The Works of Lord Byron: Childe Harold's pilgrimageJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... look shall cast On Harold's page , Ianthe's here enshrined Shall thus be first beheld , forgotten last : My days once number'd , should this homage past Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre Of him who hail'd thee , loveliest as thou ...
... look shall cast On Harold's page , Ianthe's here enshrined Shall thus be first beheld , forgotten last : My days once number'd , should this homage past Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre Of him who hail'd thee , loveliest as thou ...
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... look so pale ? Or dost thou dread a French foeman ? Or shiver at the gale ? " ' Deem'st thou I tremble for my life ? Sir Childe , I'm not so weak ; But thinking on an absent wife Will blanch a faithful cheek . 7 . ' My spouse and boys ...
... look so pale ? Or dost thou dread a French foeman ? Or shiver at the gale ? " ' Deem'st thou I tremble for my life ? Sir Childe , I'm not so weak ; But thinking on an absent wife Will blanch a faithful cheek . 7 . ' My spouse and boys ...
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... 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 ere the ...
... 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 ere the ...
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... only bend the knee ; Nor raise my voice , nor vainly dare to soar , But gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy In silent joy to think at last I look on Thee ! LXII . Happier in this than mightiest bards have been 42 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... only bend the knee ; Nor raise my voice , nor vainly dare to soar , But gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy In silent joy to think at last I look on Thee ! LXII . Happier in this than mightiest bards have been 42 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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... look beyond the tomb , But cannot hope for rest before . 6 . What Exile from himself can flee ? To Zones , though more and more remote , Still , still pursues , where - e'er I be , The blight of life - the demon Thought . 7 . Yet others ...
... look beyond the tomb , But cannot hope for rest before . 6 . What Exile from himself can flee ? To Zones , though more and more remote , Still , still pursues , where - e'er I be , The blight of life - the demon Thought . 7 . Yet others ...
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112 ページ - Long shall the voyager, with th' Ionian blast, Hail the bright clime of battle and of song; Long shall thine annals and immortal tongue Fill with thy fame the youth of many a shore; Boast of the aged! lesson of the young! Which sages venerate and bards adore, As Pallas and the Muse unveil their awful lore.
9 ページ - little day was done One blast might chill him into misery. But long ere scarce a third of his pass'd by, Worse than adversity the Childe befell; He felt the fulness of satiety: Then loathed he in his native land to dwell, Which seem'd to him more lone than Eremite's sad cell. V. For he
104 ページ - forebode the dismal hour which now Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain ? Not thirty tyrants now enforce the chain, But every carle can lord it o'er thy land; Nor rise thy sons, but idly rail in vain, Trembling beneath the scourge of Turkish hand, From birth till death enslaved; in word, in deed unmanu'd.
20 ページ - 1< XVII. But whoso entereth within this town, That, sheening far, celestial seems to be, Disconsolate will wander up and down, 'Mid many things unsightly to strange ce; For hut and palace show like filthily: The dingy denizens are rear'd in dirt; Ne personage of high or mean degree Doth care for cleanness of surtout or shirt,
87 ページ - XLVIII. Monastic Zitza! ( 20) from thy shady brow, Thou small, but favour'd spot of holy ground! 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
39 ページ - daughters—deign to know, There your wise Prophet's paradise we find, His black-eyed maids of Heaven, angelically kind. LX. Oh, thou Parnassus! (13) whom I now survey, Not in the phrensy of a dreamer's eye, Not in the fabled landscape of a lay, But soaring snow-clad through thy native sky, In the wild pomp of mountain majesty! What
vii ページ - L'univers est une espèce de livre, dont on n'a lu que la première page quand on n'a vu que son pays. J'en ai feuilleté un assez grand nombre, que j'ai trouvé également mauvaises. Cet examen ne m'a point été infructueux. Je haïssais ma patrie. Toutes les impertinences des peuples divers, parmi lesquels j'ai
19 ページ - 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 fifth, anon, New shores descried make every bosom gay; And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way, And Tagus dashing onward to the deep, His fabled golden tribute bent to
38 ページ - form'd for all the witching arts of love: Though thus in arms they emulate her sons, And in the horrid phalanx dare to move, Tis but the tender fierceness of the dove Pecking the hand that hovers o'er her mate: In softness as in firmness far above Remoter females, famed for sickening prate
57 ページ - bones, and blood's unbleaching stain, Long mark the battle-field with hideous awe: Thus only may our sons conceive the scenes we saw! LXXXIX. Nor yet, alas! the dreadful work is done, Fresh legions pour adown the Pyrenees; It deepens still, the work is scarce begun, Xor mortal eye the distant end foresees. Fall'n