Childe Harold's Pilgrimage,: A Romaunt: and Other PoemsThomas Davison, 1814 - 304 páginas |
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... tell : Here impious men have punish'd been , and lo ! Deep in yon cave Honorius long did dwell , In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell . XXI . And here and there , as up the crags you spring , Mark many rude - carv'd crosses ...
... tell : Here impious men have punish'd been , and lo ! Deep in yon cave Honorius long did dwell , In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell . XXI . And here and there , as up the crags you spring , Mark many rude - carv'd crosses ...
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... tell . Remove yon skull from out the scatter'd heaps Is that a temple where a God may dwell ? Why ev'n the worm at last disdains her shatter'd cell ! VI . Look on its broken arch , its ruin'd CANTO II . 67 PILGRIMAGE .
... tell . Remove yon skull from out the scatter'd heaps Is that a temple where a God may dwell ? Why ev'n the worm at last disdains her shatter'd cell ! VI . Look on its broken arch , its ruin'd CANTO II . 67 PILGRIMAGE .
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... Tell not the deed to blushing Europe's ears ; The ocean queen , the free Britannia bears The last poor plunder from a bleeding land : Yes , she , whose gen'rous aid her name endears , Tore down those remnants with a Harpy's hand , Which ...
... Tell not the deed to blushing Europe's ears ; The ocean queen , the free Britannia bears The last poor plunder from a bleeding land : Yes , she , whose gen'rous aid her name endears , Tore down those remnants with a Harpy's hand , Which ...
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... telling one . The crime of assassination is not confined to Portugal : in Sicily and Malta we are knocked on the head at a handsome average nightly , and not a Sicilian or Maltese is ever punished ! 4 . Behold the hall where chiefs were ...
... telling one . The crime of assassination is not confined to Portugal : in Sicily and Malta we are knocked on the head at a handsome average nightly , and not a Sicilian or Maltese is ever punished ! 4 . Behold the hall where chiefs were ...
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... way - worn countryman , who calls On distant England's name . 5 . A shot is fir'd - by foe or friend ? Another ' tis to tell The mountain - peasants to descend , And lead us where they dwell . 6 . Oh ! who in such a night will 198 POEMS .
... way - worn countryman , who calls On distant England's name . 5 . A shot is fir'd - by foe or friend ? Another ' tis to tell The mountain - peasants to descend , And lead us where they dwell . 6 . Oh ! who in such a night will 198 POEMS .
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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...