Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntJ. Murray, 1859 - 329 sider |
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Side 38
... death , The bale - fires flash on high : —from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , Red Battle stamps his foot , and nations feel the shock . XXXIX . Lo ! where the Giant ...
... death , The bale - fires flash on high : —from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , Red Battle stamps his foot , and nations feel the shock . XXXIX . Lo ! where the Giant ...
Side 57
... death - struck , still his feeble frame he rears ; Staggering , but stemming all , his lord unharm'd he bears . LXXVIII . Foil'd , bleeding , breathless , furious to the last , Full in the centre stands the bull at bay , Mid wounds ...
... death - struck , still his feeble frame he rears ; Staggering , but stemming all , his lord unharm'd he bears . LXXVIII . Foil'd , bleeding , breathless , furious to the last , Full in the centre stands the bull at bay , Mid wounds ...
Side 70
... years , till man shall learn Vainly his incense soars , his victim bleeds ; Poor child of Doubt and Death , whose hope is built on reeds . IV . Bound to the earth , he lifts his 70 CANTO 11 . 70 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.
... years , till man shall learn Vainly his incense soars , his victim bleeds ; Poor child of Doubt and Death , whose hope is built on reeds . IV . Bound to the earth , he lifts his 70 CANTO 11 . 70 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.
Side 80
... Death hath but little left him to destroy ! Ah ! happy years ! once more who would not be a boy ! XXIV . Thus bending o'er the vessel's laving side , To gaze on Dian's wave - reflected sphere , The soul forgets her schemes of hope and ...
... Death hath but little left him to destroy ! Ah ! happy years ! once more who would not be a boy ! XXIV . Thus bending o'er the vessel's laving side , To gaze on Dian's wave - reflected sphere , The soul forgets her schemes of hope and ...
Side 109
... death enslaved ; in word , in deed , unmann'd . LXXV . In all save form alone , how changed and who That marks the fire still sparkling in each eye , Who but would deem their bosoms burn'd anew With thy unquenched beam , lost Liberty ...
... death enslaved ; in word , in deed , unmann'd . LXXV . In all save form alone , how changed and who That marks the fire still sparkling in each eye , Who but would deem their bosoms burn'd anew With thy unquenched beam , lost Liberty ...
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Side 146 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow ; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Side 135 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...
Side 281 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Side 231 - Where the car climbed the capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site. Chaos of ruins! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say, "Here was, or is,
Side 137 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Side 126 - Welcome, to their roar! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on; for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
Side 81 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Side 280 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Side 270 - Or view the Lord of the unerring bow, The god of life, and poesy, and light — The sun in human limbs array'd, and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight ; The shaft hath just been shot — the arrow bright With an immortal's vengeance ; in his eye And nostril beautiful disdain, and might, And majesty, flash their full lightnings by, Developing in that one glance the deity.
Side 136 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...