Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt. (Harrow ed.). |
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Էջ 41
Yet these proud pillars claim no passing sigh , Unmoved the Moslem sits , the
light Greek carols by . XI . But who , of all the plunderers of yon fane On high ,
where Pallas lingered , loth to flee The latest relic of her ancient reign : The last ,
the ...
Yet these proud pillars claim no passing sigh , Unmoved the Moslem sits , the
light Greek carols by . XI . But who , of all the plunderers of yon fane On high ,
where Pallas lingered , loth to flee The latest relic of her ancient reign : The last ,
the ...
Էջ 92
Clarens ! by heavenly feet thy paths are trod , Undying Love ' s , who here
ascends a throne To which the steps are mountains ; where the god Is a
pervading life and light , - so shown Not on those summits solely , nor alone In
the still cave and ...
Clarens ! by heavenly feet thy paths are trod , Undying Love ' s , who here
ascends a throne To which the steps are mountains ; where the god Is a
pervading life and light , - so shown Not on those summits solely , nor alone In
the still cave and ...
Էջ 126
Was she a matron of Cornelia ' s mien , Or the light air of Egypt ' s graceful queen
, Profuse of joy - or ' gainst it did she war , Inveterate in virtue ? Did she lean To
the soft side of the heart , or wisely bar Love from amongst her griefs ? for such ...
Was she a matron of Cornelia ' s mien , Or the light air of Egypt ' s graceful queen
, Profuse of joy - or ' gainst it did she war , Inveterate in virtue ? Did she lean To
the soft side of the heart , or wisely bar Love from amongst her griefs ? for such ...
Էջ 203
If you are in want of consolation for the extinction of patrician power , perhaps you
may find it there ; scarcely a ray of light glimmers into the narrow gallery which
leads to the cells , and the places of confinement themselves are totally dark .
If you are in want of consolation for the extinction of patrician power , perhaps you
may find it there ; scarcely a ray of light glimmers into the narrow gallery which
leads to the cells , and the places of confinement themselves are totally dark .
Էջ 243
From this spot he dispatched his Balcaric and light - armed troops round through
the Gualandra heights to the right , so as to arrive upseen and form an ambush
amongst the broken acclivities which the road now passes , and to be ready to
act ...
From this spot he dispatched his Balcaric and light - armed troops round through
the Gualandra heights to the right , so as to arrive upseen and form an ambush
amongst the broken acclivities which the road now passes , and to be ready to
act ...
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Էջ 72 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...
Էջ 71 - 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 146 - 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 77 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow ; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Էջ 136 - 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. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
Էջ 120 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Էջ 72 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Էջ 147 - 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 wantoned 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 146 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Էջ 147 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed— in breeze, or gale, or storm — Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible...
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| Վերնագիր | Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt. (Harrow ed.). |
| Հեղինակ | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Հրատարակված | 1831 |
| Original from | Օքսֆորդի համալսարան |
| Digitized | 26 Սեպտեմբեր 2006 |
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