Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Հատոր 1J. Murray, 1837 - 329 էջ |
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... feel , And curl'd to give her neck caresses . 3 . Our English maids are long to woo , And frigid even in possession ; And if their charms be fair to view , Their lips are slow at Love's confession : But born beneath a brighter sun , For ...
... feel , And curl'd to give her neck caresses . 3 . Our English maids are long to woo , And frigid even in possession ; And if their charms be fair to view , Their lips are slow at Love's confession : But born beneath a brighter sun , For ...
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... feel ? His letters breathe but of Matthews . Come to me , Scrope , I am almost desolate - left almost alone in the world ! " Matthews was the son of John Matthews , Esq . ( the representative of Here- fordshire , in the parliament of ...
... feel ? His letters breathe but of Matthews . Come to me , Scrope , I am almost desolate - left almost alone in the world ! " Matthews was the son of John Matthews , Esq . ( the representative of Here- fordshire , in the parliament of ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering shrines removed By British hands , which it had best behoved To guard those relics ne'er to be restored . Curst be ...
... feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering shrines removed By British hands , which it had best behoved To guard those relics ne'er to be restored . Curst be ...
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... feel We once have loved , though love is at an end : The heart , lone mourner of its baffled zeal , Though friendless now , will dream it had a friend . 2 Who with the weight of years would wish to bend , When Youth itself survives ...
... feel We once have loved , though love is at an end : The heart , lone mourner of its baffled zeal , Though friendless now , will dream it had a friend . 2 Who with the weight of years would wish to bend , When Youth itself survives ...
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Հատոր 1 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1837 |
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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...