Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt. (Harrow ed.). |
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... waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , But thee - and one above . 5 . " My ...
... waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , But thee - and one above . 5 . " My ...
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... waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome ye deserts and ye caves ! My native Land - Good Night ! " XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the land is gone , And winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay . Four days are sped , but with the ...
... waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome ye deserts and ye caves ! My native Land - Good Night ! " XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the land is gone , And winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay . Four days are sped , but with the ...
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... waves doth look ; That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke ; Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know " Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low . ( 6 ) XXXIV . But e ...
... waves doth look ; That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke ; Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know " Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low . ( 6 ) XXXIV . But e ...
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... thus essay to sing ? The humblest of thy pilgrims passing by Would gladly woo thine Echoes with his string , Though from thy heights no more one Muse will wave her wing . LXI . Oft have I dreamed of Thee ! whose 28 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... thus essay to sing ? The humblest of thy pilgrims passing by Would gladly woo thine Echoes with his string , Though from thy heights no more one Muse will wave her wing . LXI . Oft have I dreamed of Thee ! whose 28 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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... Wave . LXIII . Of thee hereafter . - Even amidst my strain I turned aside to pay my homage here ; Forgot the land , the sons , the maids of Spain ; Her fate , to every freeborn bosom dear , And hailed thee , not perchance without a tear ...
... Wave . LXIII . Of thee hereafter . - Even amidst my strain I turned aside to pay my homage here ; Forgot the land , the sons , the maids of Spain ; Her fate , to every freeborn bosom dear , And hailed thee , not perchance without a tear ...
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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...