The Works of Lord Byron: Childe Harold's pilgrimageJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... live A being more intense , that we endow With form our fancy , gaining as we give The life we image , even as I do now . What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou , Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse earth , Invisible but gazing ...
... live A being more intense , that we endow With form our fancy , gaining as we give The life we image , even as I do now . What am I ? Nothing : but not so art thou , Soul of my thought ! with whom I traverse earth , Invisible but gazing ...
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... live , And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise , and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive , With all her reckless birds upon the wing , I turn'd from all she brought to those she could ...
... live , And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise , and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive , With all her reckless birds upon the wing , I turn'd from all she brought to those she could ...
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... live on : XXXIII . Even as a broken mirror , which the glass In every fragment multiplies ; and makes A thousand images of one that was , The same , and still the more , the more it breaks ; And thus the heart will do which not forsakes ...
... live on : XXXIII . Even as a broken mirror , which the glass In every fragment multiplies ; and makes A thousand images of one that was , The same , and still the more , the more it breaks ; And thus the heart will do which not forsakes ...
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... 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 ? LXXII . I live not in myself , but I 40 CANTO III . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... 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 ? LXXII . I live not in myself , but I 40 CANTO III . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. LXXII . I live not in myself , but I become Portion of that around me ; and to me , High mountains are a feeling , but the hum Of human cities torture : I can see Nothing to loathe in nature , save to be ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. LXXII . I live not in myself , but I become Portion of that around me ; and to me , High mountains are a feeling , but the hum Of human cities torture : I can see Nothing to loathe in nature , save to be ...
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179 ページ - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
87 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...
14 ページ - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street : On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined ; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet...
15 ページ - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
17 ページ - 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...
31 ページ - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, •which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
157 ページ - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony ; And his droop'd head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
157 ページ - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday— All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
41 ページ - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me, High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
62 ページ - I have not loved the world, nor the world me, But let us part fair foes; I do believe, Though I have found them not, that there may be Words which are things, hopes which will not deceive, And virtues which are merciful, nor weave Snares for the failing; I would also deem O'er others...