Childe Harold's PilgrimageLovell Brothers, 1813 - 270 sider |
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Side 177
... dares not call thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I've wander'd by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sighed o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine , ( 1 ) Where , save that feeble fountain , all is still ; Nor mote my shell awake the weary Nine ...
... dares not call thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I've wander'd by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sighed o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine , ( 1 ) Where , save that feeble fountain , all is still ; Nor mote my shell awake the weary Nine ...
Side 190
... dare to pave their way With human hears to what ? -a dream alone . Can despots compass aught that hails their sway ? Or call with truth one span of earth their own , Save that wherein at last they crumble bone by bone ? XLIII . Oh ...
... dare to pave their way With human hears to what ? -a dream alone . Can despots compass aught that hails their sway ? Or call with truth one span of earth their own , Save that wherein at last they crumble bone by bone ? XLIII . Oh ...
Side 193
... dare to move , ' Tis but the tender fierceness of the dove Pecking the hand that hovers o'er her mute ; In softness as in firmness far above Remoter females , fanı'd for sickening prate ; Her mind is nobler sure , her charms perchance ...
... dare to move , ' Tis but the tender fierceness of the dove Pecking the hand that hovers o'er her mute ; In softness as in firmness far above Remoter females , fanı'd for sickening prate ; Her mind is nobler sure , her charms perchance ...
Side 194
... , and can only bend the knee ; Nor raise my voice , nor vainly dare to soar , But gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy In silent joy to think at last I look on Thec ! LXII . Happier in this than mightiest bards have been 194 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... , and can only bend the knee ; Nor raise my voice , nor vainly dare to soar , But gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy In silent joy to think at last I look on Thec ! LXII . Happier in this than mightiest bards have been 194 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
Side 214
... would be thine ; But check'd by every tie , I may not dare To cast a worthless offering at thy shrine , Nor ask so dear a breast to feel one pang for mine . XXXI . Thus Harold deem'd as on that lady's eye 214 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... would be thine ; But check'd by every tie , I may not dare To cast a worthless offering at thy shrine , Nor ask so dear a breast to feel one pang for mine . XXXI . Thus Harold deem'd as on that lady's eye 214 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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Altada Arbaces Assyria aught Bactria Balea Bard bear beauty behold Beleses beneath blood bosom breast breath brow CANTO Childe Harold dare dark death deem deem'd deep dost thou doth dread Dunciad dust dwell e'er earth Edinburgh Review Euphrates Exit fair fame feel foes gaze glorious glory Greece Greek guard hand hath hear heart heaven honour hope hour immortal king land leave live lord lyre Mede mighty mind monarch mortal mountains Muse Myrrha ne'er never night Nimrod o'er once palace Pania passion poem praise prince realm rebels rock Salem Salemenes Sardan SARDANAPALUS satraps scene Semiramis Sfero shine shore sigh sire slave smile soldier song soul spirit stars sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art thought throne tomb turn'd twas unto Venice voice walls waves wild wilt woes wouldst youth Zames Zarina