Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntJ. Murray, 1853 - 311 sider |
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Side 57
... better half of his life , and the happiest part of mine . In the short space of one month , I have lost her who gave me being , and most of those who had made that being tolerable . To me the lines of Young are no fiction ...
... better half of his life , and the happiest part of mine . In the short space of one month , I have lost her who gave me being , and most of those who had made that being tolerable . To me the lines of Young are no fiction ...
Side 95
... better far removed ! But Time shall tear thy shadow from me last . All thou couldst have of mine , stern Death ! thou hast ; The parent , friend , and now the more than friend : Ne'er yet for one thine arrows flew so fast , And grief ...
... better far removed ! But Time shall tear thy shadow from me last . All thou couldst have of mine , stern Death ! thou hast ; The parent , friend , and now the more than friend : Ne'er yet for one thine arrows flew so fast , And grief ...
Side 99
... better were it ye had never been , Nor ye , nor Elgin , nor that lesser wight , The victim sad of vase - collecting spleen , House - furnisher withal , one Thomas hight , Than ye should bear one stone from wrong'd Athena's site . Or ...
... better were it ye had never been , Nor ye , nor Elgin , nor that lesser wight , The victim sad of vase - collecting spleen , House - furnisher withal , one Thomas hight , Than ye should bear one stone from wrong'd Athena's site . Or ...
Side 100
... better , because he has done less : but some others , more or less noble , yet " all honourable men , " have done best , because , after a deal of excavation and execration , bribery to the Waywode , mining and countermining , they have ...
... better , because he has done less : but some others , more or less noble , yet " all honourable men , " have done best , because , after a deal of excavation and execration , bribery to the Waywode , mining and countermining , they have ...
Side 103
... better by my fellow - traveller , in a work which may probably precede this in publication , that I as little wish to follow as I would to anticipate him . But some few observations are necessary to the text . The Arnaouts , or Albanese ...
... better by my fellow - traveller , in a work which may probably precede this in publication , that I as little wish to follow as I would to anticipate him . But some few observations are necessary to the text . The Arnaouts , or Albanese ...
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Albanians Ali Pacha amidst amongst ancient Ariosto Athens beauty behold beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Cadiz Cæsar called CANTO charms Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE church Cicero Classical Tour dark death deem'd deep doth dust earth Egeria fair fall fame feel Florence foes French gaze glory gondoliers Greece Greek hand hath heart Heaven hills honour hope hour immortal Italian Italy Julius Cæsar lake land line 9 live Lord Byron maid mind mortal mountains ne'er never o'er once palace pass passion Petrarch plain poem poet Pouqueville rock Roman Rome round ruins Sanguinetto says scene seems seen shine shore sigh slave smile song soul Spain spirit spot Stanza Storia Tasso tears temple thee thine things thou thought tomb traveller triumph Venetians Venice walls waves wild woes words youth
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Side 224 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Side 143 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and' far delight,— A portion of the tempest and of thee...
Side 166 - Which ties thee to thy tyrants ; and thy lot Is shameful to the nations, — most of all, Albion ! to thee : the Ocean queen should not Abandon Ocean's children ; in the fall Of Venice think of thine, despite thy watery wall. I loved her from my boyhood — she to me Was as a fairy city of the heart...
Side 110 - Their praise is hymn'd by loftier harps than mine : Yet one I would select from that proud throng, Partly because they blend me with his line, And partly that I did his sire some wrong...
Side 136 - The life she lived in; but the judge was just, And then she died on him she could not save. Their tomb was simple, and without a bust, And held within their urn one mind, one heart, one dust.
Side 194 - The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipios...
Side 223 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war: These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Side 125 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Side 192 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss ; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss. And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set...
Side 137 - When elements to elements conform, And dust is as it should be, shall I not Feel all I see, less dazzling, but more warm? The bodiless thought? the Spirit of each spot? Of which, even now, I share at times the immortal lot?