Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntG.S. Appleton, 1851 - 287 ページ |
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... breakers roar , And shrieks the wild sea - mew . Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee , My native Land - Good Night ! B * 2 " A few short hours and he will rise CANTO I. 17 PILGRIMAGE .
... breakers roar , And shrieks the wild sea - mew . Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee , My native Land - Good Night ! B * 2 " A few short hours and he will rise CANTO I. 17 PILGRIMAGE .
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... rise To give the morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies , But not my mother earth . Deserted is my own good hall , Its hearth is desolate ; While weeds are gathering on the wall ; My dog howls at the gate . 3 " Come hither ...
... rise To give the morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies , But not my mother earth . Deserted is my own good hall , Its hearth is desolate ; While weeds are gathering on the wall ; My dog howls at the gate . 3 " Come hither ...
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... rise in craggy pride ? Or fence of art , like China's vasty wall ?. Ne barrier wall , ne river deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul : XXXIII . But these ...
... rise in craggy pride ? Or fence of art , like China's vasty wall ?. Ne barrier wall , ne river deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul : XXXIII . But these ...
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... rise of rapine and the fall of Spain ? And doth the Power that man adores ordain Their doom , nor heed the suppliant's appeal ? Is all that desperate Valour acts in vain ? And Counsel sage , and patriotic Zeal , The Veteran's skill ...
... rise of rapine and the fall of Spain ? And doth the Power that man adores ordain Their doom , nor heed the suppliant's appeal ? Is all that desperate Valour acts in vain ? And Counsel sage , and patriotic Zeal , The Veteran's skill ...
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... rise , for ever blazing bright . LXVII . From morn till night , from night till startled Morn Peeps blushing on the revel's laughing crew , The song is heard , the rosy garland worn ; Devices quaint , and frolics ever new , Tread on ...
... rise , for ever blazing bright . LXVII . From morn till night , from night till startled Morn Peeps blushing on the revel's laughing crew , The song is heard , the rosy garland worn ; Devices quaint , and frolics ever new , Tread on ...
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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...