Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Volume 1J. Murray, 1837 - 329 pages |
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... stanza is not in the original MS . It was written at Newstead , in August 1811 , shortly after the battle of Albuera , which took place on the 16th of May . ] - XLV . Full swiftly Harold wends his lonely way c 4 CANTO I. 39 PILGRIMAGE ...
... stanza is not in the original MS . It was written at Newstead , in August 1811 , shortly after the battle of Albuera , which took place on the 16th of May . ] - XLV . Full swiftly Harold wends his lonely way c 4 CANTO I. 39 PILGRIMAGE ...
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... stanza was written in Turkey . 2 [ " Beauties that need not fear a broken vow . " . - MS . ] 3 [ " Long black hair ... stanzas were written in Castri ( Delphos ) , at the foot of Parnassus , now called Aiazuga ( Liakura ) , Dec. 1809 ...
... stanza was written in Turkey . 2 [ " Beauties that need not fear a broken vow . " . - MS . ] 3 [ " Long black hair ... stanzas were written in Castri ( Delphos ) , at the foot of Parnassus , now called Aiazuga ( Liakura ) , Dec. 1809 ...
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... stanzas : - Ye , who would more of Spain and Spaniards know , Sights , Saints , Antiques , Arts , Anecdotes , and War , Go ! hie ye hence to Paternoster Row- Are they not written in the Book of Carr * , Green Erin's Knight and Europe's ...
... stanzas : - Ye , who would more of Spain and Spaniards know , Sights , Saints , Antiques , Arts , Anecdotes , and War , Go ! hie ye hence to Paternoster Row- Are they not written in the Book of Carr * , Green Erin's Knight and Europe's ...
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... stanza were added in August , 1811. In one of his school - boy poems , entitled " Childish Recollections , " Lord Byron has thus drawn the portrait of young Wingfield : - " Alonzo ! best and dearest of my friends , Thy name ennobles him ...
... stanza were added in August , 1811. In one of his school - boy poems , entitled " Childish Recollections , " Lord Byron has thus drawn the portrait of young Wingfield : - " Alonzo ! best and dearest of my friends , Thy name ennobles him ...
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... stanzas , which had been prepared for publication , but was afterwards withdrawn , " from a fear , " says the poet , " that it might be considered rather as an attack , than a defence of religion ; " - " In this age of bigotry , when ...
... stanzas , which had been prepared for publication , but was afterwards withdrawn , " from a fear , " says the poet , " that it might be considered rather as an attack , than a defence of religion ; " - " In this age of bigotry , when ...
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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...