Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntJ. Murray, 1869 - 329 páginas |
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... Athenian misanthrope , many of whose bitter apoph- thegms are upon record , but who is best known to English readers through the Timon of Shakespeare . It was Dr. Moore's object , in this powerful romance ( now unjustly neglected ) , to ...
... Athenian misanthrope , many of whose bitter apoph- thegms are upon record , but who is best known to English readers through the Timon of Shakespeare . It was Dr. Moore's object , in this powerful romance ( now unjustly neglected ) , to ...
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... Athens , the " Hints from Horace , " and to this effusion of the satirist , and not to the magnificent musings of the Pilgrim , he looked for the extension of his name . If the eagles which he saw above Parnassus were a type of Childe ...
... Athens , the " Hints from Horace , " and to this effusion of the satirist , and not to the magnificent musings of the Pilgrim , he looked for the extension of his name . If the eagles which he saw above Parnassus were a type of Childe ...
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... Athens ' children are with hearts endued , When Grecian mothers shall give birth to men , Then may'st thou be restored ; but not till then . A thousand years scarce serve to form a state ; An hour may lay it in the dust and when : Can ...
... Athens ' children are with hearts endued , When Grecian mothers shall give birth to men , Then may'st thou be restored ; but not till then . A thousand years scarce serve to form a state ; An hour may lay it in the dust and when : Can ...
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... Athens ' tyrant lord . XXI . There was a sound of revelry by night , And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry , and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and ...
... Athens ' tyrant lord . XXI . There was a sound of revelry by night , And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry , and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and ...
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... Athens ; my dragoman was as ill as myself , and my poor Arnaouts nursed me with an attention which would have done honour to civilisation . They had a variety of adventures ; for the Moslem , Dervish , being a remarkably handsome man ...
... Athens ; my dragoman was as ill as myself , and my poor Arnaouts nursed me with an attention which would have done honour to civilisation . They had a variety of adventures ; for the Moslem , Dervish , being a remarkably handsome man ...
Términos y frases comunes
Acarnania Albanian Ali Pacha ancient Athens aught Aventicum beauty beheld beneath blood bosom breast breath brow CANTO charms Childe Harold Clarens clime Constantinople dark deem'd deep desolate dome doth dread dust dwell earth Edinburgh Review Epirus fair fame fate feel foes gaze Giaours glory glow Greece Greeks hand hath heart Heaven honour hope hour immortal Italy J. W. Whymper Joannina lake land less live look Lord Byron Mafra maid mighty mind mortal mountains Nature's ne'er never NEWSTEAD ABBEY o'er once Pacha pass'd passion Percival Skelton plain poem Pouqueville pride proud rock Romaic Roman Rome ruins S. C. Malan scatter'd scene shore shrine sigh skies slave smile song soul spirit spot stanzas star stern sweet tear temple thee thine things thou thought throne tomb Turks tyrants Venice walls waves wild wind woes youth
Pasajes populares
Página 280 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 259 - 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.
Página 230 - The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye!
Página 170 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Página 137 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Página 279 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own.
Página 280 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : not so thou ; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow : Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Página 167 - ... Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Página 173 - The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth contain'd no tomb, — And glowing into day : we may resume The march of our existence...
Página 146 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow ; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.