Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt |
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... need- So may he guard the sister and the wife , So may he make each curst oppressor bleed , Flows there a tear of pity for the dead ? So may such foes deserve the most remorseless deed ! CANTO 1. ] 41 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
... need- So may he guard the sister and the wife , So may he make each curst oppressor bleed , Flows there a tear of pity for the dead ? So may such foes deserve the most remorseless deed ! CANTO 1. ] 41 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
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... dead ? Lock t'er the ravage of the reeking plain ; Look on the bands with female slaughter red ; buried slain . Them to the dogs resin the Then to the ritine let each corse remain ; Albeit zworthy of the prey - bird's maw , Let their ...
... dead ? Lock t'er the ravage of the reeking plain ; Look on the bands with female slaughter red ; buried slain . Them to the dogs resin the Then to the ritine let each corse remain ; Albeit zworthy of the prey - bird's maw , Let their ...
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... dead , When busy Memory flashes on my brain ? Well - I will dream that we may meet again , And woo the vision to my vacant breast : If aught of young Remembrance then remain , Be as it may Futurity's behest , For me ' twere bliss enough ...
... dead , When busy Memory flashes on my brain ? Well - I will dream that we may meet again , And woo the vision to my vacant breast : If aught of young Remembrance then remain , Be as it may Futurity's behest , For me ' twere bliss enough ...
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... dead , When busy Memory flashes on my brain ? Well - I will dream that we may meet again , And woo the vision to my vacant breast : If aught of young Remembrance then remain , Be as it may Futurity's behest , For me ' twere bliss enough ...
... dead , When busy Memory flashes on my brain ? Well - I will dream that we may meet again , And woo the vision to my vacant breast : If aught of young Remembrance then remain , Be as it may Futurity's behest , For me ' twere bliss enough ...
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... Dead Sea's shore , All ashes to the taste : Did man compute Existence by enjoyment , and count o'er Such hours ' gainst years of life , —say , would he name threescore ? XXXV . The Psalmist number'd out the years of man : They are ...
... Dead Sea's shore , All ashes to the taste : Did man compute Existence by enjoyment , and count o'er Such hours ' gainst years of life , —say , would he name threescore ? XXXV . The Psalmist number'd out the years of man : They are ...
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Էջ 84 - 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...
Էջ 122 - 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 ! LXXXIII.
Էջ 83 - 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 85 - And this is in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee!
Էջ 69 - But hark ! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm ! Arm ! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar...
Էջ 68 - 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...
Էջ 83 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Էջ 41 - 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; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Էջ 66 - Yet must I think less wildly : — I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd.
Էջ 144 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone — with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook his former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in his honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect ? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.