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Side 25
... fame , By foes in fight o'erthrown , yet victors here , Where scorn her finger points through many a coming year ? XXVII . So deem'd the Childe , as o'er the mountains he Did take his way in solitary guise : Sweet was the scene , yet ...
... fame , By foes in fight o'erthrown , yet victors here , Where scorn her finger points through many a coming year ? XXVII . So deem'd the Childe , as o'er the mountains he Did take his way in solitary guise : Sweet was the scene , yet ...
Side 31
... fame : Fame that will scarce reanimate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name . In sooth ' t were sad to thwart their noble aim Who strike , blest hirelings ! for their country's good , And die , that living might ...
... fame : Fame that will scarce reanimate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name . In sooth ' t were sad to thwart their noble aim Who strike , blest hirelings ! for their country's good , And die , that living might ...
Side 55
... fame on the spot where it was acquired , while his softer qualities live in the recollection of friends who loved him too well to envy his superiority . CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . CANTO II . I. COME , NOTES TO CANTO I. 55.
... fame on the spot where it was acquired , while his softer qualities live in the recollection of friends who loved him too well to envy his superiority . CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . CANTO II . I. COME , NOTES TO CANTO I. 55.
Side 63
... fame : but Britons rarely swerve From law , however stern , which tends their strength to nerve . XX . Blow ! swiftly blow , thou keel - compelling gale ! Till the broad sun withdraws his lessening ray ; Then must the pennant - bearer ...
... fame : but Britons rarely swerve From law , however stern , which tends their strength to nerve . XX . Blow ! swiftly blow , thou keel - compelling gale ! Till the broad sun withdraws his lessening ray ; Then must the pennant - bearer ...
Side 89
... fame The battle - field , where Persia's victim horde First bow'd beneath the brunt of Hellas ' sword , As on the morn to distant glory dear , When Marathon became a magic word ; 39 Which utter'd , to the hearer's eye appear The camp ...
... fame The battle - field , where Persia's victim horde First bow'd beneath the brunt of Hellas ' sword , As on the morn to distant glory dear , When Marathon became a magic word ; 39 Which utter'd , to the hearer's eye appear The camp ...
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Side 183 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Side 166 - 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 183 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
Side 185 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
Side 272 - 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 ! CLXXXIII.
Side 170 - 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 237 - The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress ! LXXX.
Side 185 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own.
Side 158 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Side 191 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.