Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
From inside the book
Արդյունքներ 22–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 175
... thee in truth or fancy seem'd : Nor , having seen thee , shall I vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beam'd To such as see thee pot my words were weak ; To those who gaze on thee what language could they speak ?
... thee in truth or fancy seem'd : Nor , having seen thee , shall I vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beam'd To such as see thee pot my words were weak ; To those who gaze on thee what language could they speak ?
Էջ 176
-'tis well for me My years already doubly number thine ; My loveless eye ungov'd ' may gaze on thee , And safely view thy ripening beauties shine ; Happy , I ne'er shall see them in decline , Happier , that while all younger hearts ...
-'tis well for me My years already doubly number thine ; My loveless eye ungov'd ' may gaze on thee , And safely view thy ripening beauties shine ; Happy , I ne'er shall see them in decline , Happier , that while all younger hearts ...
Էջ 187
Whereon to gaze the eye with joyauncefills , Childe Harold wends through many a pleasant place . Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chace , And marvel men should quit their easy chair , The toilsome way , and long , long league to ...
Whereon to gaze the eye with joyauncefills , Childe Harold wends through many a pleasant place . Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chace , And marvel men should quit their easy chair , The toilsome way , and long , long league to ...
Էջ 194
When I recount thy worshippers of yore I tremble , and can only bend the knee ; Nor raise my voice , nor vaidly dare to soar , But gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy In silent joy to think at last I look on Thee ! LXII .
When I recount thy worshippers of yore I tremble , and can only bend the knee ; Nor raise my voice , nor vaidly dare to soar , But gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy In silent joy to think at last I look on Thee ! LXII .
Էջ 195
While boyish blood is mantling who can ' scape The fascination of thy magic gaze ? A cherub - hydra round us dost thou gape , And mould to every taste thy dear delusive shape , C 2 LXVI . When Paphos fell by Time -- accursed Time ...
While boyish blood is mantling who can ' scape The fascination of thy magic gaze ? A cherub - hydra round us dost thou gape , And mould to every taste thy dear delusive shape , C 2 LXVI . When Paphos fell by Time -- accursed Time ...
What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Այլ խմբագրություններ - View all
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Հատոր 1 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1837 |
Common terms and phrases
bear beauty behold beneath blood blue bosom breast breath bright brow CANTO charms chief Childe clouds dark dead dear death deem deep doth dread dream dust dwell earth fair fall fame fate feel fire foes gaze Glory glow grave hand Harold hath heart heaven hills hope hour immortal Italy land leave less light live look lord lost meet mighty mind mortal mountains Nature never night o'er once pass passion past plain pride proud rise rock Rome round ruin scene seek seen shore sigh smile song soul sound spirit spring stand star stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thousand till tomb tree vain Venice voice walls waters waves wild wind woes young youth
Բիբլիոգրաֆիական տվյալներ
| Վերնագիր | Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt |
| Հեղինակ | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| Հրատարակիչ | W. Dugdale, 1826 |
| Original from | Հարվարդի համալսարան |
| Digitized | 15 Հունվար 2009 |
| Length | 162 էջ |
| Export Citation | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |