Childe Harold's pilgrimageJohn Murray, 1828 |
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... winds blew , As glad to waft him from his native home ; And fast the white rocks faded from his view , And soon were lost in circumambient foam : And then , it may be , of his wish to roam Repented he , but in his bosom slept The silent ...
... winds blew , As glad to waft him from his native home ; And fast the white rocks faded from his view , And soon were lost in circumambient foam : And then , it may be , of his wish to roam Repented he , but in his bosom slept The silent ...
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... winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , But thee and ...
... winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend , save these alone , But thee and ...
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... winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay . Four days are sped , but with the fifth , anon , New shores descried make every bosom gay ; And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way , And Tagus dashing onward to the deep , His fabled ...
... winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay . Four days are sped , but with the fifth , anon , New shores descried make every bosom gay ; And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way , And Tagus dashing onward to the deep , His fabled ...
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... wind , With Spain's dark - glancing daughters - deign to know There your wise Prophet's paradise we find , His black - eyed maids of Heaven , angelically kind . LX . Oh , thou Parnassus ! ( 13 ) whom I now survey , Not in the phrensy of ...
... wind , With Spain's dark - glancing daughters - deign to know There your wise Prophet's paradise we find , His black - eyed maids of Heaven , angelically kind . LX . Oh , thou Parnassus ! ( 13 ) whom I now survey , Not in the phrensy of ...
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... wind ; Pass we the joys and sorrows sailors find , Coop'd in their winged sea - girt citadel ; The foul , the fair , the contrary , the kind , As breezes rise and fall and billows swell , Till on some jocund morn - lo , land ! and all ...
... wind ; Pass we the joys and sorrows sailors find , Coop'd in their winged sea - girt citadel ; The foul , the fair , the contrary , the kind , As breezes rise and fall and billows swell , Till on some jocund morn - lo , land ! and all ...
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Albanian Ali Pacha amongst ancient Athens Aventicum beautiful beheld beneath blood bosom breast breath brow CANTO Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE dark deem'd deep doth dust dwell earth Epirus fair fame feel foes gaze Giaour Glory glow gondoliers Greece Greeks hand hath heart Heaven honour hope hour immortal lake land less line last live Lord mind mortal mountains ne'er never o'er once pass'd passion Petrarch plain Pouqueville proud rock Romaic Roman Rome ruin scatter'd scene shore shrine sigh smile song soul spirit spot Stanza tears thee thine things thou thought throne tomb Turks Venetians Venice walls waves wild wind woes ἂν ἀπὸ δὲ δὲν Ἐγὼ εἶναι εἰς εἰς τὴν εἰς τὸ Ἑλλήνων ἐν καὶ κατὰ κὴ μὲ νὰ οἱ πῶς σᾶς τὰ τὰς τῇ τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν ὡς
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Page 209 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Page 256 - 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 181 - 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!
Page 57 - 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...
Page 175 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me ; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Page 255 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : (59) 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.
Page 151 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.
Page 158 - Cameron's gathering" rose, The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard,— and heard, too, have her Saxon foes; How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Page 183 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing voices is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests, is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest?
Page 236 - Eureka !" it is clear— When but some false mirage of ruin rises near. LXXXII. Alas ! the lofty city ! and alas ! The trebly hundred triumphs ! (42) 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!