Childe Harold's Pilgrimage,: A Romaunt: and Other PoemsThomas Davison, 1814 - 304 páginas |
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... bosom slept The silent thought , nor from his lips did come One word of wail , whilst others sate and wept , And to the reckless gales unmanly moaning kept . XIII . But when the sun was sinking in the sea He seiz'd his harp , which he ...
... bosom slept The silent thought , nor from his lips did come One word of wail , whilst others sate and wept , And to the reckless gales unmanly moaning kept . XIII . But when the sun was sinking in the sea He seiz'd his harp , which he ...
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... bosom had 66 Mine own would not be dry . 6 . " Come hither , hither my staunch yeoman , Why dost thou 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 ...
... bosom had 66 Mine own would not be dry . 6 . " Come hither , hither my staunch yeoman , Why dost thou 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 ...
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... bosom gay ; And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way , And Tagus dashing onward to the deep , His fabled golden tribute bent to pay ; And soon on board the Lusian pilots leap , And steer ' twixt fertile shores where yet few ...
... bosom gay ; And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way , And Tagus dashing onward to the deep , His fabled golden tribute bent to pay ; And soon on board the Lusian pilots leap , And steer ' twixt fertile shores where yet few ...
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... Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom , how Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied ; Swept into wrecks anon by Time's ungentle tide ! XXIV . Behold the hall where chiefs were late conven'd 02 CANTO 1 . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom , how Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied ; Swept into wrecks anon by Time's ungentle tide ! XXIV . Behold the hall where chiefs were late conven'd 02 CANTO 1 . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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... bosom dear , And hail'd thee , not perchance without a tear . Now to my theme -- but from thy holy haunt Let me some remnant , some memorial bear ; Yield me one leaf of Daphne's deathless plant , Nor let thy votary's hope be deem'd an ...
... bosom dear , And hail'd thee , not perchance without a tear . Now to my theme -- but from thy holy haunt Let me some remnant , some memorial bear ; Yield me one leaf of Daphne's deathless plant , Nor let thy votary's hope be deem'd an ...
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Volúmenes2-3 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Vista completa - 1842 |
Términos y frases comunes
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Página 109 - 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!
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 13 - Adieu, adieu! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land - Good Night!
Página 80 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued ; This is to be alone ; this, this is solitude...
Página 31 - By Heaven ! it is a splendid sight to see (For one who hath no friend, no brother there) Their rival scarfs of mix'd embroidery, Their various arms that glitter in the air ! What gallant war-hounds rouse them from their lair, And gnash their fangs, loud yelling for the prey ! All join the chase, but few the triumph share ; The Grave shall bear the chiefest prize away, And Havoc scarce for joy can number their array.
Página 70 - 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...
Página 120 - 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 39 - Her lover sinks — she sheds no ill-timed tear ; Her chief is slain — she fills his fatal post ; Her fellows flee — she checks their base career ; The foe retires — she heads the sallying host : Who can appease like her a lover's ghost ? Who can avenge so well a leader's fall?
Página 79 - 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 unroll'd.
Página 113 - A thousand years scarce serve to form a state ; An hour may lay it in the dust : and when Can man its shatter'd splendour renovate, Recall its virtues back, and vanquish Time and Fate?