Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Հատոր 1J. Murray, 1837 - 329 էջ |
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A Romaunt George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. XXXVII . Dear Nature is the kindest mother still , Though always changing , in her aspect mild ; From her bare bosom let me take my fill , Her never - wean'd , though not her favour'd child . Oh ...
A Romaunt George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. XXXVII . Dear Nature is the kindest mother still , Though always changing , in her aspect mild ; From her bare bosom let me take my fill , Her never - wean'd , though not her favour'd child . Oh ...
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... Nature's sheen to see .. L. Here in the sultriest season let him rest , Fresh is the green beneath those aged trees ; Here winds of gentlest wing will fan his breast , From heaven itself he may inhale the breeze : The plain is far ...
... Nature's sheen to see .. L. Here in the sultriest season let him rest , Fresh is the green beneath those aged trees ; Here winds of gentlest wing will fan his breast , From heaven itself he may inhale the breeze : The plain is far ...
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... Nature's volcanic amphitheatre , 1 Chimæra's alps extend from left to right : Beneath , a living valley seems to stir ; Flocks play , trees wave , streams flow , the mountain - fir Nodding above ; behold black Acheron ! 2 Once ...
... Nature's volcanic amphitheatre , 1 Chimæra's alps extend from left to right : Beneath , a living valley seems to stir ; Flocks play , trees wave , streams flow , the mountain - fir Nodding above ; behold black Acheron ! 2 Once ...
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... nature or art which yielded an impression like the prospect on each side , from the Seven Towers to the end of the Golden Horn . " ] 2 [ The view of Constantinople , " says Mr. Rose , " which ap- peared intersected by groves of cypress ...
... nature or art which yielded an impression like the prospect on each side , from the Seven Towers to the end of the Golden Horn . " ] 2 [ The view of Constantinople , " says Mr. Rose , " which ap- peared intersected by groves of cypress ...
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... Nature's varied favourite now : Thy fanes , thy temples to thy surface bow , Commingling slowly with heroic earth , Broke by the share of every rustic plough : So perish monuments of mortal birth , So perish all in turn , save well ...
... Nature's varied favourite now : Thy fanes , thy temples to thy surface bow , Commingling slowly with heroic earth , Broke by the share of every rustic plough : So perish monuments of mortal birth , So perish all in turn , save well ...
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Էջ 245 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Էջ 127 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Էջ 124 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Էջ 247 - 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 158 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Էջ 155 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Էջ 230 - 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 hail'd the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not— his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
Էջ 115 - Is THY face like thy mother's, my fair child! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Էջ 153 - This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved. t-XXXVI. It is the hush of night...
Էջ 208 - Alas ! the lofty city ! and alas ! The trebly hundred triumphs ! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away ! Alas, for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page ! — but these shall be Her resurrection • all beside — decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free...