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... slaves ! yet born ' midst noblest scenes— Why , Nature , waste thy wonders on such men ? Lo ! Cintra's glorious Eden intervenes In variegated maze of mount and glen . Ah , me ! what hand can pencil guide , or pen , To follow half on ...
... slaves ! yet born ' midst noblest scenes— Why , Nature , waste thy wonders on such men ? Lo ! Cintra's glorious Eden intervenes In variegated maze of mount and glen . Ah , me ! what hand can pencil guide , or pen , To follow half on ...
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... each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know ' Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low . War XXX . Leden O'er vales that teem with fruits C CANTO 1. ] 17 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
... each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know ' Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low . War XXX . Leden O'er vales that teem with fruits C CANTO 1. ] 17 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
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... foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know ' Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low . XXXIV . But ere the mingling bounds have far been C CANTO A CHII DE.
... foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know ' Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low . XXXIV . But ere the mingling bounds have far been C CANTO A CHII DE.
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... slaves ? -the fires of death , The bale - fires flash on high - from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , Red Battle stamps his foot , and nations feel the shock . 1 ...
... slaves ? -the fires of death , The bale - fires flash on high - from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , Red Battle stamps his foot , and nations feel the shock . 1 ...
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... slaves of Treachery : Fond of a land which gave them nought but life , Pride points the path that leads to Liberty ; Back to the struggle , baffled in the strife , War , war is still the cry , " War even to the knife ! " LXXXVII . Ye ...
... slaves of Treachery : Fond of a land which gave them nought but life , Pride points the path that leads to Liberty ; Back to the struggle , baffled in the strife , War , war is still the cry , " War even to the knife ! " LXXXVII . Ye ...
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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.