Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt |
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Yet deem not thence his breast a breast of steel : 1 Ye , who have known what '
tis to dote upon A few dear objects , will in sadness feel Such partings break the
heart they fondly hope to heal . XI . His house , his home , his heritage , his lands
...
Yet deem not thence his breast a breast of steel : 1 Ye , who have known what '
tis to dote upon A few dear objects , will in sadness feel Such partings break the
heart they fondly hope to heal . XI . His house , his home , his heritage , his lands
...
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the fires of death , The bale - fires Aash on high : — from rock to rock Each volley
tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , 1
Red Battle stamps his foot , and nations feel the shock . XXXIX . Lo ! where the ...
the fires of death , The bale - fires Aash on high : — from rock to rock Each volley
tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , 1
Red Battle stamps his foot , and nations feel the shock . XXXIX . Lo ! where the ...
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... lashes in darkest glances seems to roll , From eyes that cannot hide their
flashes : And as along her bosom steal In lengthen ' d flow her raven tresses ,
You ' d swear each clustering lock could feel , And curl ' d to give her neck
caresses . 3 .
... lashes in darkest glances seems to roll , From eyes that cannot hide their
flashes : And as along her bosom steal In lengthen ' d flow her raven tresses ,
You ' d swear each clustering lock could feel , And curl ' d to give her neck
caresses . 3 .
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... what he beheld In other lands , where he was doom ' d to go : Lands that
contain the monuments of Eld , Ere Greece and Grecian arts by barbarous hands
were quell ' d , 2 my very dear friend , to visit me . What will our poor Hobhouse
feel ?
... what he beheld In other lands , where he was doom ' d to go : Lands that
contain the monuments of Eld , Ere Greece and Grecian arts by barbarous hands
were quell ' d , 2 my very dear friend , to visit me . What will our poor Hobhouse
feel ?
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1 We can all feel , or imagine , the regret with which the ruins of cities , once the
capitals of empires , are beheld : the reflections suggested by such objects are
too trite to require recapitulation . But never did the littleness of man , and the
vanity ...
1 We can all feel , or imagine , the regret with which the ruins of cities , once the
capitals of empires , are beheld : the reflections suggested by such objects are
too trite to require recapitulation . But never did the littleness of man , and the
vanity ...
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Հատոր 1 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1837 |
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ancient appear Athens bear beauty beneath blood breast called Canto character Childe church dark death deep earth fair fall fame feel foes French gaze give Greece Greek hand Harold hath heard heart Heaven hills Historical honour hope hour Italy kind lake land late least leave less letter light live look Lord Lord Byron lost memory mind mother mountains Nature never night o'er observed once pass perhaps plain poet present received remains rise rock Roman Rome round ruins says scene seems seen shore song soul spirit stands Stanza statue tears temple thee thine things thou thought tomb traveller tree true turn Venice voice walls waters waves whole wild wind young
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Էջ 156 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep : — All heaven and earth are still : From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence...
Էջ 245 - 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 deed...
Էջ 155 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and, drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more : LXXXVII.
Էջ 128 - And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed. And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Էջ 247 - 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 128 - 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 Blush'd 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 163 - Historian, bard, philosopher, combined; He multiplied himself among mankind, The Proteus of their talents: But his own Breathed most in ridicule, — which, as the wind, Blew where it listed, laying all things prone, — Now to o'erthrow a fool, and now to shake a throne.
Էջ 157 - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Էջ 130 - There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Էջ 177 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers : And such she was ; — her daughters had their dowers From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East Pour'd in her lap all gems in sparkling showers. In purple was she robed, and of her feast Monarchs partook, and deem'd their dignity increased.
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| Վերնագիր | Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt |
| Հեղինակ | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Հրատարակված | 1837 |
| Original from | Օքսֆորդի համալսարան |
| Digitized | 26 Սեպտեմբեր 2006 |
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