Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt. (Harrow ed.). |
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... thought , nor from his lips did come One word of wail , whilst others sate and wept , And to the reckless gales unmanly moaning kept . XIII . But when the sun was sinking in the sea He seized his harp , which he at times could string ...
... thought , nor from his lips did come One word of wail , whilst others sate and wept , And to the reckless gales unmanly moaning kept . XIII . But when the sun was sinking in the sea He seized his harp , which he at times could string ...
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... thought to flee , More restless than the swallow in the skies : Though here a while he learned to moralize , For Meditation fixed at times on him ; And conscious Reason whispered to despise His early youth , misspent in maddest whim ...
... thought to flee , More restless than the swallow in the skies : Though here a while he learned to moralize , For Meditation fixed at times on him ; And conscious Reason whispered to despise His early youth , misspent in maddest whim ...
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... What Exile from himself can flee ? To Zones , though more and more remote , Still , still pursues , where'er I be , The blight of life - the demon , Thought . 7 . Yet others rapt in pleasure seem , And PILGRIMAGE . 35 TO INEZ. ...
... What Exile from himself can flee ? To Zones , though more and more remote , Still , still pursues , where'er I be , The blight of life - the demon , Thought . 7 . Yet others rapt in pleasure seem , And PILGRIMAGE . 35 TO INEZ. ...
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... thoughts of thee and thine on polished breasts bestow . ( 2 ) II . 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 ...
... thoughts of thee and thine on polished breasts bestow . ( 2 ) II . 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 ...
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... 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 brooked control : Can all , saint , sage , or sophist ever writ , People this ...
... 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 brooked control : Can all , saint , sage , or sophist ever writ , People this ...
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72 ページ - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...
71 ページ - 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...
146 ページ - 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.
77 ページ - 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.
136 ページ - And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
120 ページ - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
72 ページ - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
147 ページ - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
146 ページ - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
147 ページ - 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...