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... hail'd thee, loveliest as thou wast, Such is the most my memory may desire;
Though more than Hope can claim, could Friendship less require? * [Peri, the
Persian term for a beautiful intermediate order of beings, is generally supposed
to be ...
... hail'd thee, loveliest as thou wast, Such is the most my memory may desire;
Though more than Hope can claim, could Friendship less require? * [Peri, the
Persian term for a beautiful intermediate order of beings, is generally supposed
to be ...
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Ah ! may ' st thou ever be what now thou art , Nor unbeseem the promise of thy
spring , As fair in form , as warm yet pure in heart , Love ' s image upon earth
without his wing , And guileless beyond Hope ' s imagining ! And surely she who
now ...
Ah ! may ' st thou ever be what now thou art , Nor unbeseem the promise of thy
spring , As fair in form , as warm yet pure in heart , Love ' s image upon earth
without his wing , And guileless beyond Hope ' s imagining ! And surely she who
now ...
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... Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre Of him who hail ' d thee , loveliest as thou
wast , Such is the most my memory may desire ; Though more than Hope can
claim , could Friendship CHILDE HAROLD ' S PILGRIMAGE . CANTO THE FIRST
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... Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre Of him who hail ' d thee , loveliest as thou
wast , Such is the most my memory may desire ; Though more than Hope can
claim , could Friendship CHILDE HAROLD ' S PILGRIMAGE . CANTO THE FIRST
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Oh , thou ! in Hellas deem ' d of heavenly birth , Muse ! form ' d or fabled at the
minstrel ' s will ! Since shamed full oft by later lyres on earth , Mine dares not call
thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I ' ve wander ' d by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sigh
...
Oh , thou ! in Hellas deem ' d of heavenly birth , Muse ! form ' d or fabled at the
minstrel ' s will ! Since shamed full oft by later lyres on earth , Mine dares not call
thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I ' ve wander ' d by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sigh
...
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Or dost thou dread the billows ' rage , Or tremble at the gale ? But dash the tear -
drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong : Our fleetest falcon scarce can
fly More merrily along . " 2 4 . • Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not ...
Or dost thou dread the billows ' rage , Or tremble at the gale ? But dash the tear -
drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong : Our fleetest falcon scarce can
fly More merrily along . " 2 4 . • Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not ...
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Page 245 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Page 127 - 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...
Page 124 - 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 when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Page 247 - twas a pleasing fear; For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane, — as I do here.
Page 158 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Page 155 - 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...
Page 230 - 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. He heard it, but he heeded not— his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
Page 115 - Is THY face like thy mother's, my fair child! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Page 153 - 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. t-XXXVI. It is the hush of night...
Page 208 - Alas ! the lofty city ! and alas ! The trebly hundred triumphs ! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away ! Alas, for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page ! — but these shall be Her resurrection • all beside — decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free...
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| Title | Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Volume 1 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| Author | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| Publisher | J. Murray, 1837 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 25 Feb 2008 |
| Length | 329 pages |
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