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... shores of the Mediterranean , and sojourned in Turkey and Greece . On his return in 1812 , he published the first two cantos of Childe Harold , with immense suc- cess , and was at once enrolled among the great poets of his country ...
... shores of the Mediterranean , and sojourned in Turkey and Greece . On his return in 1812 , he published the first two cantos of Childe Harold , with immense suc- cess , and was at once enrolled among the great poets of his country ...
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... shores and pass Earth's central line . XII . 101 The sails were filled , and fair the light 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 ...
... shores and pass Earth's central line . XII . 101 The sails were filled , and fair the light 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 ...
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... shores receded from his sight , Thus to the elements he poured his last Good Night . ' 1 . Adieu , adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; 115 The night - winds sigh , the breakers roar , 120 And shrieks the wild sea - mew ...
... shores receded from his sight , Thus to the elements he poured his last Good Night . ' 1 . Adieu , adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; 115 The night - winds sigh , the breakers roar , 120 And shrieks the wild sea - mew ...
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... shores descried make every bosom gay ; 200 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 , 205 And steer ...
... shores descried make every bosom gay ; 200 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 , 205 And steer ...
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... - sire first called the band That dyed thy mountain streams with Gothic Where are those bloody banners which of yore Waved o'er thy sons , victorious to the gale , gore ? 391 And drove at last the spoilers to their shore ? CANTO I. 15.
... - sire first called the band That dyed thy mountain streams with Gothic Where are those bloody banners which of yore Waved o'er thy sons , victorious to the gale , gore ? 391 And drove at last the spoilers to their shore ? CANTO I. 15.
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Էջ 162 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — '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.
Էջ 151 - He heard it, but he heeded not, — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away. He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday!
Էջ 83 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering with white lips — "The foe ! They come ! They come !" And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering...
Էջ 161 - 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.
Էջ 96 - 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...
Էջ 101 - 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!
Էջ 84 - The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array ! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent...
Էջ 82 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Էջ 83 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Էջ 82 - THERE was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered 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 looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...