Byron's Childe Harold, Cantos III and IV: The Prisoner of Chillon, and Other PoemsH. Holt, 1913 - 232 էջ |
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... Mark's Cathedral , West Front The Duomo and Campanile , Florence St. Peter's The Coliseum The Dying Gaul . Castle of Chillon 20 22 24 32 45 49 бо 71 88 92 108 INTRODUCTION I BYRON'S LIFE AND WORKS GEORGE GORDON BYRON , vi.
... Mark's Cathedral , West Front The Duomo and Campanile , Florence St. Peter's The Coliseum The Dying Gaul . Castle of Chillon 20 22 24 32 45 49 бо 71 88 92 108 INTRODUCTION I BYRON'S LIFE AND WORKS GEORGE GORDON BYRON , vi.
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... Coliseum stands ; the moonbeams shine As ' t were its natural torches , for divine Should be the light which streams here , to illume This long explored but still exhaustless mine Of contemplation ; and the azure gloom Of an Italian ...
... Coliseum stands ; the moonbeams shine As ' t were its natural torches , for divine Should be the light which streams here , to illume This long explored but still exhaustless mine Of contemplation ; and the azure gloom Of an Italian ...
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... Coliseum CXXIX Hues which have words , and speak to ye of heaven , Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument , And shadows forth its glory . There is given Unto the things of earth , which Time hath bent , A spirit's feeling , and ...
... Coliseum CXXIX Hues which have words , and speak to ye of heaven , Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument , And shadows forth its glory . There is given Unto the things of earth , which Time hath bent , A spirit's feeling , and ...
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... When the light shines serene , but doth not glare , Then in this magic circle raise the dead : Heroes have trod this spot - ' tis on their dust ye tread . CXLV " While stands the Coliseum , Rome shall stand Childe Harold's Pilgrimage 93.
... When the light shines serene , but doth not glare , Then in this magic circle raise the dead : Heroes have trod this spot - ' tis on their dust ye tread . CXLV " While stands the Coliseum , Rome shall stand Childe Harold's Pilgrimage 93.
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... Coliseum , Rome shall stand ; When falls the Coliseum , Rome shall fall ; And when Rome falls the World . " From our own land Thus spake the pilgrims o'er this mighty wall In Saxon times , which we are wont to call Ancient ; and these ...
... Coliseum , Rome shall stand ; When falls the Coliseum , Rome shall fall ; And when Rome falls the World . " From our own land Thus spake the pilgrims o'er this mighty wall In Saxon times , which we are wont to call Ancient ; and these ...
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Էջ 141 - throne!" THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold. And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. H Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
Էջ 171 - But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Էջ 169 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors, and their forms, were then to me An appetite, a feeling, and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm.
Էջ 157 - this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; 5 The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! m
Էջ 153 - rose and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. n The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse; Their place of birth alone is mute 10 To sounds which echo further west Than
Էջ 141 - And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, — and forever grew still! IV And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
Էջ 179 - Wordsworth's sonnet, On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic: — "Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee, And was the safeguard of the West: the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth,— Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty. She was a maiden City, bright and free; No guile seduced, no
Էջ 154 - Islands of the Blest." m The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon looks on the sea; And musing there an hour alone, 15 I dream'd that Greece might still be free; For, standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
Էջ 141 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, 5 That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on.the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Էջ 156 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line 75 Such as the Doric mothers bore: And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heracleidan blood might own. XIV Trust not for freedom to the Franks — They have a king who buys and sells: