The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Childe HaroldJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... never was intended as an example , further than to show that early perversion of mind and morals leads to satiety of past pleasures and disappointment in new ones , and that even the beauties of nature , and the stimulus of travel ...
... never was intended as an example , further than to show that early perversion of mind and morals leads to satiety of past pleasures and disappointment in new ones , and that even the beauties of nature , and the stimulus of travel ...
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... never hope to share , XXXI . More bleak to view the hills at length recede , And , less luxuriant , smoother vales extend : Immense horizon - bounded plains succeed ! Far as the eye discerns , withouten end , Spain's realms appear ...
... never hope to share , XXXI . More bleak to view the hills at length recede , And , less luxuriant , smoother vales extend : Immense horizon - bounded plains succeed ! Far as the eye discerns , withouten end , Spain's realms appear ...
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... never - vacant watch , The magazine in rocky durance stowed , The holstered steed beneath the shed of thatch , The ball - piled pyramid , the ever - blazing match , " LII . Portend the deeds to come : -but he Cunto I. 37 PILGRIMAGE .
... never - vacant watch , The magazine in rocky durance stowed , The holstered steed beneath the shed of thatch , The ball - piled pyramid , the ever - blazing match , " LII . Portend the deeds to come : -but he Cunto I. 37 PILGRIMAGE .
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... never free ; A Kingless people for a nerveless state , Her vassals combat when their chieftains flee , True to the veriest slaves of Treachery : Fond of a land which gave them nought but life , Pride points the path that leads to ...
... never free ; A Kingless people for a nerveless state , Her vassals combat when their chieftains flee , True to the veriest slaves of Treachery : Fond of a land which gave them nought but life , Pride points the path that leads to ...
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... never yet one mortal song inspire- Goddess of Wisdom ! here thy temple was , And is , despite of war and wasting fire , ' And years , that bade thy worship to expire : But worse than steel , and flame , and ages slow , Is the dread ...
... never yet one mortal song inspire- Goddess of Wisdom ! here thy temple was , And is , despite of war and wasting fire , ' And years , that bade thy worship to expire : But worse than steel , and flame , and ages slow , Is the dread ...
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68 ページ - Look on its broken arch, its ruin'd wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul : Yes, this was once Ambition's airy hall, The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul: Behold through each lack-lustre, eyeless hole, The gay recess of Wisdom and of Wit And Passion's host, that never brook'd control : Can all saint, sage, or sophist ever writ, People this lonely tower, this tenement refit ? VII. Well didst thou speak, Athena's wisest son ! "All that we know is, nothing can be known.
128 ページ - Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn.
32 ページ - By Heaven ! it is a splendid sight to see (For one who hath no friend, no brother there) Their rival scarfs of mix'd embroidery, Their various arms that glitter in the air ! What gallant war-hounds rouse them from their lair, And gnash their fangs, loud yelling for the prey ! All join the chase, but few the triumph share ; The Grave shall bear the chiefest prize away, And Havoc scarce for joy can number their array.
127 ページ - Eximia veste et victu convivia, ludi, pocula crebra, unguenta coronae serta parantur, nequiquam, quoniam medio de fonte leporum surgit amari aliquid quod in ipsis floribus angat...
130 ページ - Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven As make the angels weep.
105 ページ - Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scattered children forth, And long accustomed bondage uncreate?
31 ページ - Lo! where the Giant on the mountain stands, His blood-red tresses deep'ning in the sun, With death-shot glowing in his fiery hands, And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon; Restless it rolls, now fix'd, and now anon 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.
89 ページ - Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found! Rock, river, forest, mountain all abound, And bluest skies that harmonize the whole : Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.
139 ページ - The Arnaouts, or Albanese, struck me forcibly by their resemblance to the Highlanders of Scotland, in dress, figure, and manner of living. Their very mountains seemed Caledonian, with a kinder climate. The kilt, though white ; the spare, active form ; their dialect, Celtic in its sound, and their hardy habits, all carried me back to Mprven.
23 ページ - Beneath yon mountain's ever beauteous brow : But now, as if a thing unblest by Man, Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou ! Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls deserted, portals gaping wide : Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom, how Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied ; Swept into wrecks anon by Time's ungentle tide ! XXIV.