The Works of Lord Byron: Childe Harold's pilgrimageJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... say , would he name threescore ? XXXV . The Psalmist number'd out the years of man : They are enough ; and if thy tale be true , Thou , who didst grudge him even that fleeting span , More than enough , thou fatal Waterloo ! Millions of ...
... say , would he name threescore ? XXXV . The Psalmist number'd out the years of man : They are enough ; and if thy tale be true , Thou , who didst grudge him even that fleeting span , More than enough , thou fatal Waterloo ! Millions of ...
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... say , that in this there is no exaggeration . It would be difficult to see Clarens ( with the scenes around it , Vevay , Chillon , Bôveret , St. Gingo , Meillerie , Eivan , and the entrances of the Rhone ) without being forcibly struck ...
... say , that in this there is no exaggeration . It would be difficult to see Clarens ( with the scenes around it , Vevay , Chillon , Bôveret , St. Gingo , Meillerie , Eivan , and the entrances of the Rhone ) without being forcibly struck ...
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... say ? Could not her quarries furnish forth one bust ? Did they not to her breast their filial earth entrust ? LVII . Ungrateful Florence ! Dante sleeps afar , ( 30 ) Like Scipio , buried by the upbraiding shore ; ( 31 ) Thy factions ...
... say ? Could not her quarries furnish forth one bust ? Did they not to her breast their filial earth entrust ? LVII . Ungrateful Florence ! Dante sleeps afar , ( 30 ) Like Scipio , buried by the upbraiding shore ; ( 31 ) Thy factions ...
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... say , " here was , or is , " where all is doubly night LXXXI . The double night of ages , and of her , Night's daughter , Ignorance , hath wrapt and wrap All round us ; we but feel our way to err : The ocean hath his chart , the stars ...
... say , " here was , or is , " where all is doubly night LXXXI . The double night of ages , and of her , Night's daughter , Ignorance , hath wrapt and wrap All round us ; we but feel our way to err : The ocean hath his chart , the stars ...
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... say . Was she a matron of Cornelia's mien , Or the light air of Egypt's graceful queen , Profuse of joy - or ' gainst it did she war , Inveterate in virtue ? Did she lean To the soft side of the heart , or wisely bar Love from amongst ...
... say . Was she a matron of Cornelia's mien , Or the light air of Egypt's graceful queen , Profuse of joy - or ' gainst it did she war , Inveterate in virtue ? Did she lean To the soft side of the heart , or wisely bar Love from amongst ...
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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...