 Gone — glimmering through the dream of things that were : First in the race that led to Glory's goal, They won and pass'd away — is this the whole ? A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour ! The warrior's weapon and the sophist's stole Are sought...  The Quarterly Review - 183. oldalSzerkesztette: - 1812Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1812 - 314 oldal
...things that were, First in the race that led to Glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away — is this the whole? A school-boy's tale, the wonder of an hour...the mist of years, grey flits the shade of power. III. Son of the morning, rise ! approach you here ! Come— but molest not yon defenceless urn : Look... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - 506 oldal
...things that were, First in the force that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away — is this the whole ? A school-boy's tale, the wonder of an...hour ! The warrior's weapon, and the sophist's stole Arc sought in vain, and o'er each mouldering tower, Dim with the mist of years, grey flits the shade... | |
 | 1813 - 486 oldal
...passed away — is this the whole? A schoolboy's tale — the wonder of an hour. The warriour's weapons and the sophist's stole Are sought in vain, and o'er...each mouldering tower, Dim with the mist of years, gray nits the shade of power." p. 63. The next stanza develops, we imagine, the grand source of all... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1814 - 324 oldal
...the race that led to Glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away — is this the whole ? A school-hoy's tale, the wonder of an hour ! The warrior's weapon...the mist of years, grey flits the shade of power. HI. Son of the morning, rise ! approach you here f Come — but molest not yon defenceless urn : Look... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815 - 248 oldal
...things that were : First in the race that led to Glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away — is this the whole? A school-boy's tale, the wonder of an hour...the mist of years, grey flits the shade of power. III. Son of the morning, rise! approach you here ! Come — but molest not yon defenceless urn : Look... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815 - 334 oldal
...things that were : First in the race that led to Glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away — is this the whole ? A school-boy's tale, the wonder of an...the mist of years, grey flits the shade of power. III. Son of the morning, rise ! approach you here ! Come — but molest not yon defenceless urn : Look... | |
 | Tobias Smollett - 1816 - 674 oldal
...(Grit. Review, Vol. IV. Series Fifth, p. 818.) . • 'A school-boy's tale, the wonder of an hour ! . v The warrior's weapon, and the sophist's stole Are...the mist of years, grey flits the shade of power." Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: ART. VI. — Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: Canto the Third. By Lord BTKON.... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1816 - 248 oldal
...things that were : First in the race that led to Glory's goal, They won, and passed away — is this the whole? A school-boy's tale, the wonder of an hour!...sophist's stole Are sought in vain, and o'er each moulderingtower, Dim with themistof years, greyflits the shade of power. III. Son of the morning, rise!... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 250 oldal
...things that were : First in the race that led to Glory's goal, They won, and passed away — is this the whole ? A school-boy's tale, the wonder of an...in vain, and o'er each mouldering tower, Dim with themistof years, greyflitstheshadeof power. III. Son of the morning, rise! approach you here! Come... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818 - 384 oldal
...the race that led to Glory's goal, They won, and passed away — is this the whole ? A school - boy's tale, the wonder of an hour! The warrior's weapon...tower/ Dim with the mist of years, grey flits the shade ol power. III. Son of the morning, rise! approach you here! Come — but molest not yon defenceless... | |
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