Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntJ. Murray, 1853 - 311 ページ |
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... waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind : 10 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 . 3 ...
... waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind : 10 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 . 3 ...
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... mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native Land - Good Night ! 17 XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the 10 [ Cante L. CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
... mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native Land - Good Night ! 17 XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the 10 [ Cante L. CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
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... A nation swoln with ignorance and pride , Who lick yet loathe the hand that waves the sword To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing lord . XVII . But whoso entereth within this town , That Canto 1. ] 11 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
... A nation swoln with ignorance and pride , Who lick yet loathe the hand that waves the sword To save them from the wrath of Gaul's unsparing lord . XVII . But whoso entereth within this town , That Canto 1. ] 11 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
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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.32 XXXIV . But ere ...
... 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.32 XXXIV . But ere ...
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... wave her wing . LXI . Oft have I dream'd of Thee ! whose glorious name Who knows not , knows not man's divinest lore : And now I view thee , ' tis , alas , with shame That I in feeblest accents must adore . When I recount thy ...
... wave her wing . LXI . Oft have I dream'd of Thee ! whose glorious name Who knows not , knows not man's divinest lore : And now I view thee , ' tis , alas , with shame That I in feeblest accents must adore . When I recount thy ...
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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?