Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt |
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Էջ 227
Shall we then forget the manly and dignified sentiments of our ancestors , to prate
in the language of the mother or the nurse about our good old prejudices ? This
is not the way to defend the cause of truth . It was not thus that our fathers ...
Shall we then forget the manly and dignified sentiments of our ancestors , to prate
in the language of the mother or the nurse about our good old prejudices ? This
is not the way to defend the cause of truth . It was not thus that our fathers ...
Էջ 298
The mother tenderly affectionate and tenderly beloved , the friend unboundedly
generous , but still esteemed , the charitable patroness of all distress , cannot be
forgotten by those whom she cherished , and protected , and fed . Her loss will be
...
The mother tenderly affectionate and tenderly beloved , the friend unboundedly
generous , but still esteemed , the charitable patroness of all distress , cannot be
forgotten by those whom she cherished , and protected , and fed . Her loss will be
...
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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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