Childe Harold: Canto the Fourth, The Prisoner of Chillon and MazepaHoughton Mifflin Company, 1909 - 136 էջ |
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... earth , the masque of Italy ! IV . But unto us she hath a spell beyond Her name in story , and her long array Of mighty shadows , whose dim forms despond Above the dogeless city's vanish'd sway : Ours is a trophy which will not decay ...
... earth , the masque of Italy ! IV . But unto us she hath a spell beyond Her name in story , and her long array Of mighty shadows , whose dim forms despond Above the dogeless city's vanish'd sway : Ours is a trophy which will not decay ...
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... earth and sea ; Though making many slaves , herself still free , And Europe's bulwark ' gainst the Ottomite ; - Witness Troy's rival , Candia ! Vouch it , ye Immortal waves that saw Lepanto's fight ! For ye are names no time nor tyranny ...
... earth and sea ; Though making many slaves , herself still free , And Europe's bulwark ' gainst the Ottomite ; - Witness Troy's rival , Candia ! Vouch it , ye Immortal waves that saw Lepanto's fight ! For ye are names no time nor tyranny ...
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... earth and sea , 230 XXVI . The commonwealth of kings , the men of Rome ! And even since , and now , fair Italy , Thou art the garden of the world , the home Of all Art yields , and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert , what is like ...
... earth and sea , 230 XXVI . The commonwealth of kings , the men of Rome ! And even since , and now , fair Italy , Thou art the garden of the world , the home Of all Art yields , and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert , what is like ...
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... earth a tomb , The tomb a hell , and hell itself a murkier gloom . 310 XXXV . Ferrara , in thy wide and grass - grown streets Whose symmetry was not for solitude , There seems as ' t were a curse upon the seats Of former sovereigns ...
... earth a tomb , The tomb a hell , and hell itself a murkier gloom . 310 XXXV . Ferrara , in thy wide and grass - grown streets Whose symmetry was not for solitude , There seems as ' t were a curse upon the seats Of former sovereigns ...
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... earth recoils upon us ; -let it go ! We can recall such visions , and create , From what has been or might be , things which grow Into thy statue's form and look like gods below . LIII . I leave to learnèd fingers and wise hands , The ...
... earth recoils upon us ; -let it go ! We can recall such visions , and create , From what has been or might be , things which grow Into thy statue's form and look like gods below . LIII . I leave to learnèd fingers and wise hands , The ...
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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!