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... Heaven hath done for this delicious land ! What fruits of fragrance blush on every tree ! What goodly prospects o'er the hills expand ! But man would mar them with an impious hand : And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge ...
... Heaven hath done for this delicious land ! What fruits of fragrance blush on every tree ! What goodly prospects o'er the hills expand ! But man would mar them with an impious hand : And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge ...
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... Heaven by making earth a Hell . XXI . And here and there , as up the crags you spring , Mark many rude - carved crosses near the path : Yet deem not these devotion's offering -- These are memorials frail of murderous wrath : For ...
... Heaven by making earth a Hell . XXI . And here and there , as up the crags you spring , Mark many rude - carved crosses near the path : Yet deem not these devotion's offering -- These are memorials frail of murderous wrath : For ...
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... heaven to thine estate , See how the Mighty shrink into a song ! Can Volume , Pillar , Pile preserve thee great ? Or must thou trust Tradition's simple tongue , When Flattery sleeps with thee , and History does ' thee wrong ? XXXVII ...
... heaven to thine estate , See how the Mighty shrink into a song ! Can Volume , Pillar , Pile preserve thee great ? Or must thou trust Tradition's simple tongue , When Flattery sleeps with thee , and History does ' thee wrong ? XXXVII ...
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... , and at his iron feet Destruction cowers to mark what deeds are done ; For on this morn three potent nations meet , To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet . XL . By Heaven ! it is a splendid sight Canto I. 29 PILGRIMAGE .
... , and at his iron feet Destruction cowers to mark what deeds are done ; For on this morn three potent nations meet , To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet . XL . By Heaven ! it is a splendid sight Canto I. 29 PILGRIMAGE .
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George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) XL . By Heaven ! it is a splendid sight to see ( For one who hath no friend , no brother there ) Their rival scarfs of mixed embroidery , Their various arms that glitter in the air ! What gallant war ...
George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) XL . By Heaven ! it is a splendid sight to see ( For one who hath no friend , no brother there ) Their rival scarfs of mixed embroidery , Their various arms that glitter in the air ! What gallant war ...
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Albanian Ali Pacha ancient Arnaout Athens beautiful behold beneath blood bosom breast brow caloyer Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clime Constantinople dare dark dear death deeds deemed doom doth dread dwell earth Edinburgh Review ev'n fair fate fear foes gaze Giaffir Giaour Greece Greeks hand Hassan hath heard heart heaven honour hour land lonely Lord maid Moslem mountain ne'er never Note o'er Pacha passed Pouqueville rock Romaic sabre scarce scene shore shrine sigh slave smile song sooth soul Stanza steed tale tear thee thine thou Thrasybulus tomb turban Turkish Turks Twas wave youth Zuleika ἂν ἀπὸ αὐτὸς δὲν Διὰ νὰ εἶναι εἰς εἰς τὴν εἰς τὸ Ελλήνων ἐν ἕνα καὶ κὴ μὲ μὴ νὰ οἱ πῶς σᾶς τὰ τὰς τῇ τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τῷ τῶν ὡς
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15 ページ - Oh, Christ ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land ! What fruits of fragrance blush on every tree ! What goodly prospects o'er the hills expand...
82 ページ - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie, And the purple of Ocean is deepest in dye; Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine? 'Tis the clime of the East; 'tis the land of the Sun— Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ? Oh! wild as the accents of lovers...
17 ページ - The sunken glen, whose sunless shrubs must weep, The tender azure of the unruffled deep, The orange tints that gild the greenest bough, The torrents that from cliff to valley leap, The vine on high, the willow branch below, Mix'd in one mighty scene, with varied beauty glow.
106 ページ - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his...
27 ページ - Hark ! — heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note ? Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants' slaves? — the fires of death, The bale-fires flash on high : — from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury siroc, Red battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock.
71 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 unrolled.
83 ページ - Zitza!" from thy shady brow, Thou small, but favour'd spot of holy ground ! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found! Rock, river, forest, mountain all abound, And bluest skies that harmonize the whole : Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.
120 ページ - Or, since that hope denied in worlds of strife, Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life ! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray.
101 ページ - Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow? By their right arms the conquest must be wrought? Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye ? No ! True, they may lay your proud despoilers low, But not for you will freedom's altars flame.
99 ページ - Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scattered children forth, And long accustomed bondage uncreate?