Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntJ. Murray, 1853 - 311 ページ |
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... TEMPLE OF JUPITER ITHACA • ALI PASHA AT TEPALEEN YANINA PAGE Frontispiece 3 12 16 20 28 64 128 74 79 83 DANCE OF PALIKARS 85 MAISON DU ROI , BRUSSELS 136 FOREST OF SOIGNIES 138 DRACHENFELS 147 EHRENBREITSTEIN 149 AVENTICUM MONT BLANC ...
... TEMPLE OF JUPITER ITHACA • ALI PASHA AT TEPALEEN YANINA PAGE Frontispiece 3 12 16 20 28 64 128 74 79 83 DANCE OF PALIKARS 85 MAISON DU ROI , BRUSSELS 136 FOREST OF SOIGNIES 138 DRACHENFELS 147 EHRENBREITSTEIN 149 AVENTICUM MONT BLANC ...
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A Romaunt George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. PAGE THRASYMENE 212 TEMPLE OF CLITUMNUS 213 SORACTE 216 THE WOLF OF THE CAPITOL . 220 TOMB OF CECILIA METELLA 224 ROME , COLUMN OF PHOCAS 227 FOUNT OF EGERIA 229 THE DYING GLADIATOR 237 ROME ...
A Romaunt George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. PAGE THRASYMENE 212 TEMPLE OF CLITUMNUS 213 SORACTE 216 THE WOLF OF THE CAPITOL . 220 TOMB OF CECILIA METELLA 224 ROME , COLUMN OF PHOCAS 227 FOUNT OF EGERIA 229 THE DYING GLADIATOR 237 ROME ...
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... temples share The hours misspent , and all in turns is love and prayer . " - MS . ] 56. Stanza Ixx . , line 5 . Ask ye , Baotian shades ! the reason why ? This was written at Thebes , and consequently in the best situation for asking ...
... temples share The hours misspent , and all in turns is love and prayer . " - MS . ] 56. Stanza Ixx . , line 5 . Ask ye , Baotian shades ! the reason why ? This was written at Thebes , and consequently in the best situation for asking ...
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... temple was , And is , despite of war and wasting fire , 1 And years , that bade thy worship to expire : But worse than steel , and flame , and ages slow , Is the dread sceptre and dominion dire Of men who never felt the sacred glow That ...
... temple was , And is , despite of war and wasting fire , 1 And years , that bade thy worship to expire : But worse than steel , and flame , and ages slow , Is the dread sceptre and dominion dire Of men who never felt the sacred glow That ...
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... . Remove yon skull from out the scatter'd heaps : Is that a temple where a God may dwell ? Why ev'n the worm at last disdains her shatter'd cell ! VI . Look on its broken arch , its ruin'd 62 ¿ Canto II . CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
... . Remove yon skull from out the scatter'd heaps : Is that a temple where a God may dwell ? Why ev'n the worm at last disdains her shatter'd cell ! VI . Look on its broken arch , its ruin'd 62 ¿ Canto II . CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
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Albanians Ali Pacha amidst amongst ancient Ariosto Athens beauty behold beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Cadiz Cæsar called CANTO charms Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE church Cicero Classical Tour dark death deem'd deep doth dust earth Egeria fair fall fame feel Florence foes French gaze glory gondoliers Greece Greek hand hath heart Heaven hills honour hope hour immortal Italian Italy Julius Cæsar lake land line 9 live Lord Byron maid mind mortal mountains ne'er never o'er once palace pass passion Petrarch plain poem poet Pouqueville rock Roman Rome round ruins Sanguinetto says scene seems seen shine shore sigh slave smile song soul Spain spirit spot Stanza Storia Tasso tears temple thee thine things thou thought tomb traveller triumph Venetians Venice walls waves wild woes words youth
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224 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: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
143 ページ - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and' far delight,— A portion of the tempest and of thee...
166 ページ - Which ties thee to thy tyrants ; and thy lot Is shameful to the nations, — most of all, Albion ! to thee : the Ocean queen should not Abandon Ocean's children ; in the fall Of Venice think of thine, despite thy watery wall. I loved her from my boyhood — she to me Was as a fairy city of the heart...
110 ページ - Their praise is hymn'd by loftier harps than mine : Yet one I would select from that proud throng, Partly because they blend me with his line, And partly that I did his sire some wrong...
136 ページ - The life she lived in; but the judge was just, And then she died on him she could not save. Their tomb was simple, and without a bust, And held within their urn one mind, one heart, one dust.
194 ページ - The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipios...
223 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.
125 ページ - 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.
192 ページ - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss ; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss. And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set...
137 ページ - When elements to elements conform, And dust is as it should be, shall I not Feel all I see, less dazzling, but more warm? The bodiless thought? the Spirit of each spot? Of which, even now, I share at times the immortal lot?