Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntG.S. Appleton, 1851 - 287 ページ |
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... mortal ken Than those whereof such things the bard relates Who to the awe - struck world unlock'd Elysium's gates ? XIX . The horrid crags , by toppling convent crown'd , The cork - trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep , The mountain ...
... mortal ken Than those whereof such things the bard relates Who to the awe - struck world unlock'd Elysium's gates ? XIX . The horrid crags , by toppling convent crown'd , The cork - trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep , The mountain ...
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... mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain - howitzer , the broken road , The bristling palisade , the fosse o'erflow'd , The station'd bands , the never - vacant watch , The magazine in rocky durance stow'd , The holster'd steed ...
... mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain - howitzer , the broken road , The bristling palisade , the fosse o'erflow'd , The station'd bands , the never - vacant watch , The magazine in rocky durance stow'd , The holster'd steed ...
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... mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love than Andalusia's maids , Nurst in the glowing lap of soft desire : Ah ! that to these were given such peaceful shades As Greece can still bestow , though Glory fly ...
... mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love than Andalusia's maids , Nurst in the glowing lap of soft desire : Ah ! that to these were given such peaceful shades As Greece can still bestow , though Glory fly ...
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... mortal eye the distant end foresees . Fall'n nations gaze on Spain ; if freed , she frees More than her fell Pizarros once enchain'd : Strange retribution ! now Columbia's case Repairs the wrongs that Quito's sons sustain'd , While o'er ...
... mortal eye the distant end foresees . Fall'n nations gaze on Spain ; if freed , she frees More than her fell Pizarros once enchain'd : Strange retribution ! now Columbia's case Repairs the wrongs that Quito's sons sustain'd , While o'er ...
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... mortal song inspire- Goddess of Wisdom ! here thy temple was , And is , despite of war and wasting fire , And years , that bade thy worship to expire : But worse than steel , and flame , and ages slow , Is the dread sceptre and dominion ...
... mortal song inspire- Goddess of Wisdom ! here thy temple was , And is , despite of war and wasting fire , And years , that bade thy worship to expire : But worse than steel , and flame , and ages slow , Is the dread sceptre and dominion ...
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121 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 ! How the lit lake shines a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
120 ページ - All heaven and earth are still— though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
119 ページ - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
198 ページ - Ye Elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted — Can ye not Accord me such a being? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot ? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot.
122 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.
91 ページ - Welcome to their roar! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead !' Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on : for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
100 ページ - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's magnificently stern array! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse, — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent!
179 ページ - Of its own beauty is the mind diseased, And fevers into false creation : — where, Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized ? In him alone. Can Nature show so fair...
162 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, LXX.
184 ページ - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain ; My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire; And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...