Childe Harold: Canto the Fourth, The Prisoner of Chillon and MazepaHoughton Mifflin Company, 1909 - 136 էջ |
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... death in 1791. Neither parent seems to have exerted the influence which the little boy's nurse , Mary Gray , exerted ; and Early Train- ing and Schooling to her biographers attribute the poet's knowledge of the Bible - particularly the ...
... death in 1791. Neither parent seems to have exerted the influence which the little boy's nurse , Mary Gray , exerted ; and Early Train- ing and Schooling to her biographers attribute the poet's knowledge of the Bible - particularly the ...
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... death in 1824 Byron had lived on the Continent the life of a reckless adventurer and nomad . Venice , Ravenna , Pisa , Genoa , Mesolonghi - all these had been successive scenes in the fifth act of his life's tragedy . Into it had come ...
... death in 1824 Byron had lived on the Continent the life of a reckless adventurer and nomad . Venice , Ravenna , Pisa , Genoa , Mesolonghi - all these had been successive scenes in the fifth act of his life's tragedy . Into it had come ...
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... death to be the mark where Wrong Aim'd with her poison'd arrows , but to miss . Oh , victor unsurpass'd in modern song ! Each year brings forth its millions ; but how long The tide of generations shall roll on , And not the whole ...
... death to be the mark where Wrong Aim'd with her poison'd arrows , but to miss . Oh , victor unsurpass'd in modern song ! Each year brings forth its millions ; but how long The tide of generations shall roll on , And not the whole ...
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... death as life ? Are they resolved to dust , And have their country's marbles nought to say ? Could not her quarries furnish forth one bust ? Did they not to her breast their filial earth intrust ? 505 510 515 520 525 LVII . Ungrateful ...
... death as life ? Are they resolved to dust , And have their country's marbles nought to say ? Could not her quarries furnish forth one bust ? Did they not to her breast their filial earth intrust ? 505 510 515 520 525 LVII . Ungrateful ...
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... death - bed , and , unworn Its steady dyes while all around is torn By the distracted waters , bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn ; Resembling , ' mid the torture of the scene , Love watching Madness with ...
... death - bed , and , unworn Its steady dyes while all around is torn By the distracted waters , bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn ; Resembling , ' mid the torture of the scene , Love watching Madness with ...
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Childe Harold: Canto the Fourth, The Prisoner of Chillon and Mazepa George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1909 |
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Էջ 63 - 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 63 - 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
Էջ 74 - But knowing well captivity, Sweet bird, I could not wish for thine! Or if it were, in winged guise, A visitant from Paradise; For — Heaven forgive that thought! the while...
Էջ 64 - 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 wanton'd 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 62 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Էջ 49 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped 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 hailed the wretch who won.
Էջ 49 - Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He reck'd 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, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday — All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Էջ 28 - But Rome is as the desert, where we steer Stumbling o'er recollections: now we clap Our hands, and cry, " Eureka ! it is clear — " When but some false mirage of ruin rises near.
Էջ 74 - Ran over with the glad surprise, And they that moment could not see I was the mate of misery: But then by dull degrees came back My senses to their wonted track, I saw the dungeon walls and floor Close slowly round me as before...
Էջ 2 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!