Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntG.S. Appleton, 1851 - 287 ページ |
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... once for all , to disclaim - Harold is the child of ima gination , for the purpose I have stated . In some very trivial particulars , and those merely local , there might be gronds for such a notion ; but in the main points , I should ...
... once for all , to disclaim - Harold is the child of ima gination , for the purpose I have stated . In some very trivial particulars , and those merely local , there might be gronds for such a notion ; but in the main points , I should ...
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... once meant to fill up for him was , with some exceptions , the sketch of a modern Timon , perhaps a poet- ical Zeluco . London , 1813 . The Rovers . - Anti - jacobin . LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS . NEWSTEAD ABBEY . CADIZ . COLONNA vi PREFACE .
... once meant to fill up for him was , with some exceptions , the sketch of a modern Timon , perhaps a poet- ical Zeluco . London , 1813 . The Rovers . - Anti - jacobin . LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS . NEWSTEAD ABBEY . CADIZ . COLONNA vi PREFACE .
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... once number'd , should this homage past Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre Of him who hail'd thee , loveliest as thou wast , Such is the most my memory may desire ; Though more than Hope can claim , could Friendship less require ...
... once number'd , should this homage past Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre Of him who hail'd thee , loveliest as thou wast , Such is the most my memory may desire ; Though more than Hope can claim , could Friendship less require ...
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... once had made her den Now Paphian girls were known to sing and smile ; And monks might deem their time was come agen , If ancient tales say true , nor wrong these holy men . VIII . Yet oft - times in his maddest mirthful mood Strange ...
... once had made her den Now Paphian girls were known to sing and smile ; And monks might deem their time was come agen , If ancient tales say true , nor wrong these holy men . VIII . Yet oft - times in his maddest mirthful mood Strange ...
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... son , Once form'd thy Paradise , as not aware When wanton Wealth her mightiest deeds hath done , Meek Peace voluptuous lures was ever wont to shun . XXIII . Here didst thou dwell , here schemes of CANTO I. 23 PILGRIMAGE .
... son , Once form'd thy Paradise , as not aware When wanton Wealth her mightiest deeds hath done , Meek Peace voluptuous lures was ever wont to shun . XXIII . Here didst thou dwell , here schemes of CANTO I. 23 PILGRIMAGE .
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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...