Childe Harold's pilgrimage. Illustr. ed |
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... ancient and modern times ) , few exceptions will be found to this state- ment ; and I fear a little investigation will teach us not to regret these monstrous mummeries of the middle ages . I now leave " Childe Harold " to live his day ...
... ancient and modern times ) , few exceptions will be found to this state- ment ; and I fear a little investigation will teach us not to regret these monstrous mummeries of the middle ages . I now leave " Childe Harold " to live his day ...
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... ancient tales say true , nor wrong these holy men . VIII . Yet oft - times in his maddest mirthful mood Strange pangs would flash along Childe Harold's brow , As if the memory of some deadly feud Or disappointed passion lurk'd below ...
... ancient tales say true , nor wrong these holy men . VIII . Yet oft - times in his maddest mirthful mood Strange pangs would flash along Childe Harold's brow , As if the memory of some deadly feud Or disappointed passion lurk'd below ...
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... ancient roundelays among . Whilome upon his banks did legions throng Of Moor and Knight , in mailed splendour drest : Here ceased the swift their race , here sunk the strong ; The Paynim turban and the Christian crest Mix'd on the ...
... ancient roundelays among . Whilome upon his banks did legions throng Of Moor and Knight , in mailed splendour drest : Here ceased the swift their race , here sunk the strong ; The Paynim turban and the Christian crest Mix'd on the ...
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... ancient goddess , cries , But wields not , as of old , her thirsty lance , Nor shakes her crimson plumage in the skies : Now on the smoke of blazing bolts she flies , And speaks in thunder through yon engine's roar : In every peal she ...
... ancient goddess , cries , But wields not , as of old , her thirsty lance , Nor shakes her crimson plumage in the skies : Now on the smoke of blazing bolts she flies , And speaks in thunder through yon engine's roar : In every peal she ...
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... boast Her strength , her wealth , her site of ancient days ; But Cadiz , rising on the distant coast , Calls forth a sweeter , though ignoble praise . Ah , Vice ! how soft are thy voluptuous ways CANTO 1 . 51 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.
... boast Her strength , her wealth , her site of ancient days ; But Cadiz , rising on the distant coast , Calls forth a sweeter , though ignoble praise . Ah , Vice ! how soft are thy voluptuous ways CANTO 1 . 51 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.
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160 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...
269 ページ - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
271 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.
162 ページ - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe— into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
125 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 Blush'd 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; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise...
269 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 deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
249 ページ - I see before me the gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low ; 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.
157 ページ - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
124 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.
195 ページ - The moon is up, and yet it is not night; Sunset divides the sky with her; a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be, — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, — Where the Day joins the past Eternity, While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest!