Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntG.S. Appleton, 1851 - 287 sider |
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... foes ; And fitly may the stranger lingering here Pray for his gallant spirit's bright repose ; For he was Freedom's champion , one of those , The few in number , who had not o'erstept The charter to chastise which she bestows On such as ...
... foes ; And fitly may the stranger lingering here Pray for his gallant spirit's bright repose ; For he was Freedom's champion , one of those , The few in number , who had not o'erstept The charter to chastise which she bestows On such as ...
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... foes , Or friends by him self - banish'd ; for his mind Had grown Suspicion's sanctuary , and chose , For its own cruel sacrifice , the kind ' Gainst whom he raged with fury strange and blind . But he was phrensied , -wherefore , who ...
... foes , Or friends by him self - banish'd ; for his mind Had grown Suspicion's sanctuary , and chose , For its own cruel sacrifice , the kind ' Gainst whom he raged with fury strange and blind . But he was phrensied , -wherefore , who ...
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... foes to wrath , which grew from fear , And doom'd him to the zealot's ready Hell , Which answers to all doubts so eloquently well . CVIII . Yet , peace be with their ashes , -for by them , If merited , the penalty is paid , It is not ...
... foes to wrath , which grew from fear , And doom'd him to the zealot's ready Hell , Which answers to all doubts so eloquently well . CVIII . Yet , peace be with their ashes , -for by them , If merited , the penalty is paid , It is not ...
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... foes ; I do believe , Though I have found them not , that there may be Words which are things , hopes which will not deceive , And virtues which are merciful , nor weave Snares for the failing : I would also deem O'er others ' griefs ...
... foes ; I do believe , Though I have found them not , that there may be Words which are things , hopes which will not deceive , And virtues which are merciful , nor weave Snares for the failing : I would also deem O'er others ' griefs ...
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... foes , From whom submission wrings an infamous repose . XIV . - In youth she was all glory , a new Tyre , - Her very by - word sprung from victory , The " Planter of the Lion , " which through fire And blood she bore o'er subject earth ...
... foes , From whom submission wrings an infamous repose . XIV . - In youth she was all glory , a new Tyre , - Her very by - word sprung from victory , The " Planter of the Lion , " which through fire And blood she bore o'er subject earth ...
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Side 121 - 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 ! How the lit lake shines a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Side 120 - All heaven and earth are still— though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
Side 119 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Side 198 - Ye Elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted — Can ye not Accord me such a being? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot ? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot.
Side 122 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe— into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Side 91 - 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 100 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's magnificently stern array! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse, — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent!
Side 179 - Of its own beauty is the mind diseased, And fevers into false creation : — where, Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized ? In him alone. Can Nature show so fair...
Side 162 - 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, LXX.
Side 184 - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain ; My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire; And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...