The Works of Lord Byron: Childe Harold's pilgrimageJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... whole host of hatred stood hard by , To watch and mock thee shrinking , thou hast smiled With a sedate and all - enduring eye ; - When Fortune fled her spoil'd and favourite child , He stood unbow'd beneath the ills upon him piled . XL ...
... whole host of hatred stood hard by , To watch and mock thee shrinking , thou hast smiled With a sedate and all - enduring eye ; - When Fortune fled her spoil'd and favourite child , He stood unbow'd beneath the ills upon him piled . XL ...
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... a part , we lose our individuality , and mingle in the beauty of the whole . If Rousseau had never written , nor lived , the same asso- He has ciations would not less have belonged to such 74 NOTES TO THE THIRD CANTO OF.
... a part , we lose our individuality , and mingle in the beauty of the whole . If Rousseau had never written , nor lived , the same asso- He has ciations would not less have belonged to such 74 NOTES TO THE THIRD CANTO OF.
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... whole of the notes , except- ing a few of the shortest , I am indebted to yourself , and these were necessarily limited to the elucidation of the text . It is also a delicate , and no very grateful task , to dissert upon the literature ...
... whole of the notes , except- ing a few of the shortest , I am indebted to yourself , and these were necessarily limited to the elucidation of the text . It is also a delicate , and no very grateful task , to dissert upon the literature ...
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... whole combined and countless throng Compose a mind like thine ? though all in one Condensed their scatter'd rays , they would not form a sun . XL . Great as thou art , yet parallel'd by 106 CANTO IV . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... whole combined and countless throng Compose a mind like thine ? though all in one Condensed their scatter'd rays , they would not form a sun . XL . Great as thou art , yet parallel'd by 106 CANTO IV . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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... whole earth reign'd , The Roman globe , for after none sustain'd , But yielded back his conquests : —he was more Than a mere Alexander , and , unstain'd With household blood and wine , serenely wore His sovereign virtues - still we ...
... whole earth reign'd , The Roman globe , for after none sustain'd , But yielded back his conquests : —he was more Than a mere Alexander , and , unstain'd With household blood and wine , serenely wore His sovereign virtues - still we ...
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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...