Childe Harold's Pilgrimage,: A Romaunt: and Other PoemsThomas Davison, 1814 - 304 páginas |
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... look shall cast On Harold's page - Ianthe's here enshrin'd Shall thus be first beheld , forgotten last ; My days once number'd - should this homage past Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre Of him who hail'd thee , loveliest as thou ...
... look shall cast On Harold's page - Ianthe's here enshrin'd Shall thus be first beheld , forgotten last ; My days once number'd - should this homage past Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre Of him who hail'd thee , loveliest as thou ...
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... look so pale ? Or dost thou dread a French foeman ? Or shiver at the gale ? " — ' Deem'st thou I tremble for my life ? Sir Childe , I'm not so weak ; But thinking on an absent wife Will blanch a faithful cheek . 7 . ' My spouse and boys ...
... look so pale ? Or dost thou dread a French foeman ? Or shiver at the gale ? " — ' Deem'st thou I tremble for my life ? Sir Childe , I'm not so weak ; But thinking on an absent wife Will blanch a faithful cheek . 7 . ' My spouse and boys ...
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... look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low . " XXXIV . But ere the mingling ...
... look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low . " XXXIV . But ere the mingling ...
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... only bend the knee ; Nor raise my voice , nor vainly dare to soar , But gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy In silent joy to think at last I look on Thee ! LXII . Happier in this than mightiest bards have been CANTO I. 41 PILGRIMAGE .
... only bend the knee ; Nor raise my voice , nor vainly dare to soar , But gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy In silent joy to think at last I look on Thee ! LXII . Happier in this than mightiest bards have been CANTO I. 41 PILGRIMAGE .
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... look beyond the tomb , But cannot hope for rest before . 6 . What Exile from himself can flee ? To Zones , though more and more remote , Still , still pursues , where - e'er I - be , The blight of life - the demon Thought . 7 . Yet ...
... look beyond the tomb , But cannot hope for rest before . 6 . What Exile from himself can flee ? To Zones , though more and more remote , Still , still pursues , where - e'er I - be , The blight of life - the demon Thought . 7 . Yet ...
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Albania Ali Pacha amongst ancient Arnaout Athens aught beautiful behold beneath bosom breast Caimacam Caliriote caloyer charms Childe Harold clime Constantinople Coray dark dear deem'd dread dream earth Epirus ev'n fair feel gaze Giaour Greece Greeks hath heart honour hope hour Joannina land Leander lonely Lord lov'd Mafra maid mortal Moslem mountains ne'er never o'er once Pacha pass'd Pindus Pouqueville rock Romaic scene shore shrine sigh slave smile song sooth soul Spain Stanza sweet tear thee thine thing Thornton thou art translation Turkish Turks wave weep youth Zitza ἂν ἀπὸ ας δὲ δὲν δὲν εἶναι Διὰ νὰ εἶναι εἰς τὴν εἰς τὸ Ἑλλήνων ἐν ἕνα ἡμεῖς ἡμῶν θέλει καὶ καλὰ κὴ με νὰ οἱ πῶς σᾶς σε τὰ τὰς τε τῇ τῆς Τί τὸ τὸν τῶν ὡς
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Página 17 - And now I'm in the world alone, Upon the wide, wide sea : But why should I for others groan, When none will sigh for me ? Perchance my dog will whine in vain, Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again He'd tear me where he stands.
Página 113 - tis haunted, holy ground, No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon: Each hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold Defies the power which crush'd thy temples gone: Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
Página 112 - 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...
Página 245 - My heart in all, — save hope, — the same. Yet was I calm : I knew the time My breast would thrill before thy look ; But now to tremble were a crime — We met, — and not a nerve was shook. I saw thee gaze upon my face, Yet meet with no confusion there : One only feeling couldst thou trace ; The sullen calmness of despair. Away ! away ! my early dream Remembrance never must awake : Oh ! where is Lethe's fabled stream ? My foolish heart be still, or break.
Página 107 - Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow ? By their right arms the conquest must be wrought?
Página 232 - Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now. The love where Death has set his seal, Nor age can chill, nor rival steal, Nor falsehood disavow: And, what were worse, thou canst not see Or wrong, or change, or fault in me. The better days of life were ours; The worst can be but mine: The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers, 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,...
Página 129 - Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn.
Página 55 - It is that weariness which springs From all I meet, or hear, or see : To me no pleasure Beauty brings ; Thine eyes have scarce a charm for me. 5. It is that settled, ceaseless gloom The fabled Hebrew wanderer bore : That will not look beyond the tomb, But cannot hope for rest before.
Página 118 - What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
Página 68 - Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul : Yes, this was once Ambition's airy hall, The Dome of Thought, the Palace of the Soul...