Childe Harold's pilgrimage [cantos 1 and 2, with other poems. Wanting pp |
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... dear maid , accord ; nor question why To one so young my strain I would commend , But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily blend , Such is thy name with this my verse entwin'd ; And long as kinder eyes a look shall cast On Harold's ...
... dear maid , accord ; nor question why To one so young my strain I would commend , But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily blend , Such is thy name with this my verse entwin'd ; And long as kinder eyes a look shall cast On Harold's ...
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... dear- But pomp and power alone are woman's care , And where these are light Eros finds a feere ; Maidens , like moths , are ever caught by glare , And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair . X .. Childe Harold had a mother ...
... dear- But pomp and power alone are woman's care , And where these are light Eros finds a feere ; Maidens , like moths , are ever caught by glare , And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair . X .. Childe Harold had a mother ...
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... dear objects , will in sadness feel Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal . XI . His house , his home , his heritage , his lands , The laughing dames in whom he did delight , I Whose large blue eyes , fair locks , and ...
... dear objects , will in sadness feel Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal . XI . His house , his home , his heritage , his lands , The laughing dames in whom he did delight , I Whose large blue eyes , fair locks , and ...
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... dear , And hail'd thee , not perchance without a tear . Now to my theme - but from thy holy haunt Let me some remnant , some memorial bear ; Yield me one leaf of Daphne's deathless plant , Nor let thy votary's hope be deem'd an idle ...
... dear , And hail'd thee , not perchance without a tear . Now to my theme - but from thy holy haunt Let me some remnant , some memorial bear ; Yield me one leaf of Daphne's deathless plant , Nor let thy votary's hope be deem'd an idle ...
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... ' scape The fascination of thy magic gaze ? A Cherub - hydra round us dost thou gape , And mould to every taste thy dear delusive shape . 14 LXVI . When Paphos fell by Time - accursed Time 44 Canto T. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... ' scape The fascination of thy magic gaze ? A Cherub - hydra round us dost thou gape , And mould to every taste thy dear delusive shape . 14 LXVI . When Paphos fell by Time - accursed Time 44 Canto T. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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Acarnania Albania Ali Pacha amongst ancient Arnaout Athens aught beautiful behold beneath bosom breast Caimacam charms Childe Harold Childe Harold's Pilgrimage clime Constantinople Coray dark dear deem'd dread earth Epirus ev'n fair feel French gaze Greece Greeks hath heart honour hope hour land Leander live lonely Lord LORD BYRON lov'd maid mountains ne'er never o'er once Pacha pass'd Poem Pouqueville rock Romaic scene shore shrine sigh slave smile song sooth soul Spain Stanza sweet tear thee thine thing Thornton thou art thou hast translation Turkish Turks wave weep youth Zitza ἀγαπῶ ἂν Ας δὲ δὲν δὲν εἶναι Διὰ νὰ εἶναι εἰς τὴν εἰς τὸ Ἑλλήνων ἐν ἕνα ἡμεῖς ἦν θέλει Θηβαῖος καὶ κὴ με νὰ οἱ πῶς σᾶς σε τὰ τὰς τῇ τῆς τὸ τὸν τῶν ὡς
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68 ページ - Look on its broken arch, its ruin'd wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul: Yes, this was once Ambition's airy hall, The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul...
14 ページ - A few short hours, and he will 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; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall, My dog howls at the gate. »Come hither, hither, my little page: Why dost thou weep and wail? Or dost thou dread the billows' rage, Or tremble at the gale?
23 ページ - Here didst thou dwell, here schemes of pleasure plan, Beneath yon mountain's ever beauteous brow, But now, as if a thing unblest by Man, Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou! Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls deserted, portals gaping wide ; Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom, how Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied ; Swept into wrecks anon by Time's ungentle tide.
222 ページ - In vain my lyre would lightly breathe! The smile that sorrow fain would wear But mocks the woe that lurks beneath, Like roses o'er a sepulchre. Though gay companions o'er the bowl Dispel awhile the sense of ill: Though pleasure fires the maddening soul, The heart — the heart is lonely still!
77 ページ - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
231 ページ - As once I wept, if I could weep My tears might well be shed, To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed; To gaze, how fondly ! on thy face, To fold thee in a faint embrace, Uphold thy drooping head; And show that love, however vain, Nor thou nor I can feel again.
105 ページ - Fair Greece ! sad relic of departed worth ! Immortal, though no more ; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scatter'd children forth, And long accustom'd bondage uncreate ? Not such thy sons who whilome did await. The hopeless warriors of a willing doom. In bleak Thermopylae's sepulchral strait — Oh ! who that gallant spirit shall resume, Leap from Eurota's banks, and call thee from the tomb ? LXXIV.
203 ページ - The whole distance, from the place whence we started to our landing on the other side, including the length we were carried by the current, was computed by those on board the frigate at upwards of four English miles, though the actual breadth is barely one. The rapidity of the current is such that no boat can row directly across...
21 ページ - Lo ! Cintra's glorious Eden intervenes In variegated maze of mount and glen. Ah, me ! what hand can pencil guide, or pen, To follow half on which the eye dilates Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken Than those whereof such things the bard relates, Who to the awe-struck world unlock'd Elysium's gates?
230 ページ - Shall never more be thine. The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep ; Nor need I to repine, That all those charms have pass'd away I might have watch'd through long decay.