Childe Harold's pilgrimage [cantos 1 and 2, with other poems. Wanting pp |
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... lonely way Where proud Sevilla triumphs unsubdued : Yet is she free - the spoiler's wish'd - for prey ! Soon , soon shall Conquest's fiery foot intrude , Blackening her lovely domes with traces rude . Inevitable hour ! ' Gainst fate to ...
... lonely way Where proud Sevilla triumphs unsubdued : Yet is she free - the spoiler's wish'd - for prey ! Soon , soon shall Conquest's fiery foot intrude , Blackening her lovely domes with traces rude . Inevitable hour ! ' Gainst fate to ...
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... lonely breast , And mix unbleeding with the boasted slain , While Glory crowns so many a meaner crest ! What hadst thou done to sink so peacefully to rest ? XCII . Oh , known the earliest , and esteem'd the most ! Dear to a heart where ...
... lonely breast , And mix unbleeding with the boasted slain , While Glory crowns so many a meaner crest ! What hadst thou done to sink so peacefully to rest ? XCII . Oh , known the earliest , and esteem'd the most ! Dear to a heart where ...
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... lonely tower , this tenement refit ? VII . Well didst thou speak , Athena's wisest son ! " All that we know is , nothing can be known . " Why should we shrink from what we cannot shun ? Each has his pang , but feeble sufferers groan ...
... lonely tower , this tenement refit ? VII . Well didst thou speak , Athena's wisest son ! " All that we know is , nothing can be known . " Why should we shrink from what we cannot shun ? Each has his pang , but feeble sufferers groan ...
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... lonely Athos may be seen , Watching at Eve upon the giant height , That looks o'er waves so blue , skies so serene , That he who there at such an hour hath been Will wistful linger on that hallow'd spot ; Then slowly tear him from the ...
... lonely Athos may be seen , Watching at Eve upon the giant height , That looks o'er waves so blue , skies so serene , That he who there at such an hour hath been Will wistful linger on that hallow'd spot ; Then slowly tear him from the ...
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... lonely cot ; But , peering down each precipice , the goat Browseth ; and , pensive o'er his scattered flock , The little shepherd in his white capote 24 Doth lean his boyish form along the rock , Or in his cave awaits the tempest's ...
... lonely cot ; But , peering down each precipice , the goat Browseth ; and , pensive o'er his scattered flock , The little shepherd in his white capote 24 Doth lean his boyish form along the rock , Or in his cave awaits the tempest's ...
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Acarnania Albania Albanian Ali Pacha amongst ancient Arnaout Athens aught beautiful behold beneath blood bosom breast Caimacam charms Childe Harold Childe Harold's Pilgrimage clime Constantinople Coray dark dear deem'd doth dread dream earth Epirus ev'n fair feel gaze Giaour Greece Greeks hand hath heart honour hope hour land Leander live lonely Lord lov'd maid mountains ne'er never o'er once Pacha pang pass'd Pindus Pouqueville rock Romaic scene shore shrine sigh slave smile song sooth soul Spain Stanza sweet tear thee thine thing Thornton thou art thou hast translation Turkish Turks wave weep youth Zitza ἀπὸ Ας δὲ δὲν δὲν εἶναι Διὰ νὰ εἶναι εἰς τὴν εἰς τὸ Ελλήνων ἐν ἕνα ἡμεῖς θέλει καὶ κὴ με νὰ οἱ πῶς σᾶς σε τὰ τὰς τῇ τῆς τὸ τὸν τῶν ὡς
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107 ページ - Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow? By their right arms the conquest must be wrought? Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye? no!
14 ページ - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
111 ページ - Athens' children are with hearts endued, When Grecian mothers shall give birth to men, Then may'st thou be restored ; but not till then. A thousand years scarce serve to form a state ; An hour may lay it in the dust : and when Can man its shatter'd splendour renovate, Recall its virtues back, and vanquish Time and Fate?
78 ページ - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
66 ページ - Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where, Where are thy men of might, thy grand in soul? Gone, — glimmering through the dream of things that were : First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and passed away, — is this the whole?
114 ページ - The flying Mede, his shaftless broken bow; The fiery Greek, his red pursuing spear; Mountains above, Earth's, Ocean's plain below; Death in the front, Destruction in the rear! Such was the scene— what now remaineth here? What sacred trophy marks the hallow'd ground, Recording Freedom's smile and Asia's tear?
68 ページ - Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul : Yes, this was once Ambition's airy hall, The Dome of Thought, the Palace of the Soul...
233 ページ - As stars that shoot along the sky Shine brightest as they fall from high. As once I wept, if I could weep, My tears might well be shed, To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed, To gaze — how fondly ! on thy face, To fold thee in a faint embrace, Uphold thy drooping head ; And show that love, however vain, Nor thou nor I can feel again.
77 ページ - 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.
32 ページ - Flashing afar, — and at his iron feet Destruction cowers to mark what deeds are done ; For on this morn three potent nations meet, To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet.