The Works of Lord Byron: Childe Harold's pilgrimageJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... perhaps more likely to be just in proportion as the 1 " What , then , will be the astonishment , or rather the horror , of my reader when I inform him . the French Com- mittee turned its attention to Saint Peter's , and employed a ...
... perhaps more likely to be just in proportion as the 1 " What , then , will be the astonishment , or rather the horror , of my reader when I inform him . the French Com- mittee turned its attention to Saint Peter's , and employed a ...
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... perhaps more likely to be just in proportion as the 1 ،، What , then , will be the astonishment , or rather the horror , of my reader when I inform him . the French Com- mittee turned its attention to Saint Peter's , and employed a ...
... perhaps more likely to be just in proportion as the 1 ،، What , then , will be the astonishment , or rather the horror , of my reader when I inform him . the French Com- mittee turned its attention to Saint Peter's , and employed a ...
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... perhaps the last mentioned . 8 . Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore . Stanza xxxiv . line 6 . The ( fabled ) apples on the brink of the lake Asphaltes were said to be fair without , and within ashes . - Vide Tacitus , Histor . 1 ...
... perhaps the last mentioned . 8 . Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore . Stanza xxxiv . line 6 . The ( fabled ) apples on the brink of the lake Asphaltes were said to be fair without , and within ashes . - Vide Tacitus , Histor . 1 ...
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... perhaps of manners . But the text , within the limits I proposed , I soon found hardly sufficient for the labyrinth of external objects and the consequent reflections ; and for the whole of the notes , except- ing a few of the shortest ...
... perhaps of manners . But the text , within the limits I proposed , I soon found hardly sufficient for the labyrinth of external objects and the consequent reflections ; and for the whole of the notes , except- ing a few of the shortest ...
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... Perhaps I loved it well : and should I lay My ashes in a soil which is not mine , My spirit shall resume it - if we may Unbodied choose a sanctuary . I twine My hopes of being remember'd in my line With my land's language : if too fond ...
... Perhaps I loved it well : and should I lay My ashes in a soil which is not mine , My spirit shall resume it - if we may Unbodied choose a sanctuary . I twine My hopes of being remember'd in my line With my land's language : if too fond ...
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91 ページ - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
20 ページ - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
92 ページ - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers : And such she was ; — her daughters had their dowers From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East Pour'd in her lap all gems in sparkling showers. In purple was she robed, and of her feast Monarchs partook, and deem'd their dignity increased.
132 ページ - Alas ! the lofty city ! and alas ! The trebly hundred triumphs ! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away ! Alas, for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page ! — but these shall be Her resurrection; all beside — decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free!
127 ページ - Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death-bed, and, unworn Its steady dyes, while all around is torn By the distracted waters, bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn : Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene, Love watching Madness with unalterable mien.
104 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...
96 ページ - Meantime I seek no sympathies, nor need ; The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted, — they have torn me — and I bleed : I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
56 ページ - Now, where the quick Rhone thus hath cleft his way, The mightiest of the storms hath ta'en his stand : For here, not one, but many make their play, And fling their thunder-bolts from hand to hand, Flashing and cast around : of all the band, The brightest through these parted hills hath fork'd His lightnings, — as if he did understand, That in such gaps as desolation work'd, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurk'd.
112 ページ - God ! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely or more powerful, and couldst claim Thy right, and awe the robbers back, who press To shed thy blood, and drink the tears of thy distress...
44 ページ - Or the pure bosom of its nursing lake, Which feeds it as a mother who doth make A fair but froward infant her own care, Kissing its cries away as these awake; — Is it not better thus our lives to wear, Than join the crushing crowd, doom'd to inflict or bear?