Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt |
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29. oldal
... ; Yells the mad crowd o'er entrails freshly torn , Nor shrinks the female eye , nor ev'n affects to mourn . ( 1 ) Seville was the Hispalis of the Romans . LXIX . The seventh day this ; the jubilee of 3 * CANTO I 29 PILGRIMAGE . LXV. ...
... ; Yells the mad crowd o'er entrails freshly torn , Nor shrinks the female eye , nor ev'n affects to mourn . ( 1 ) Seville was the Hispalis of the Romans . LXIX . The seventh day this ; the jubilee of 3 * CANTO I 29 PILGRIMAGE . LXV. ...
53. oldal
... Roman chief and Asian king ( ' ) To doubtful conflict , certain slaughter bring : Look where the second Cæsar's trophies rose ! ( * ) Now , like the hands that rear'd them , withering : Imperial anarchs , doubling human woes ! GOD ! was ...
... Roman chief and Asian king ( ' ) To doubtful conflict , certain slaughter bring : Look where the second Cæsar's trophies rose ! ( * ) Now , like the hands that rear'd them , withering : Imperial anarchs , doubling human woes ! GOD ! was ...
82. oldal
... Romans and degenerate Greeks , and also of their language : but Mr. Wright , though a good poet and an able man , has made a mistake where he states the Albanian dialect of the Romaic to approxi- mate nearest to the Hellenic for the ...
... Romans and degenerate Greeks , and also of their language : but Mr. Wright , though a good poet and an able man , has made a mistake where he states the Albanian dialect of the Romaic to approxi- mate nearest to the Hellenic for the ...
106. oldal
... by the Germans against the Roman encroachments . I have ventured to adopt the name connected with nobler associations than those of mere slaughter . XXIX . Their praise is hymn'd by loftier harps than 108 CANTO II . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... by the Germans against the Roman encroachments . I have ventured to adopt the name connected with nobler associations than those of mere slaughter . XXIX . Their praise is hymn'd by loftier harps than 108 CANTO II . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
118. oldal
... than the careful preservation which I intend for them . ( 2 ) Aventicum ( near Morat ) was the Roman capital of Helvetia , where Avencnes now stands . And there Julia - LXVI . oh ! sweet and 118 CANTO III CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... than the careful preservation which I intend for them . ( 2 ) Aventicum ( near Morat ) was the Roman capital of Helvetia , where Avencnes now stands . And there Julia - LXVI . oh ! sweet and 118 CANTO III CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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ancient appear bear beauty beneath better blood breast breath called Canto changed Childe church dark death deep dust earth edit fair fall fame feel French gaze give Greek hand Harold hath heart heaven hills Historical honour hope hour Italian Italy lake land late least leave less light lines live look Lord lost memory mind mountains Nature never night o'er observed once pass perhaps plain present rise rock Roman Rome round scene seems seen shore song soul spirit stand Stanza statue tears temple thee thine things thou thought tomb traveller tree true turn vain Venice walls waves whole winds young εἰς καὶ νὰ τὴν τὸ τὸν τῶν
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126. oldal - 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 ! 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!
189. oldal - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet can not all conceal.
107. oldal - 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.
190. oldal - 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.
127. oldal - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye ! With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, oh tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest ? XCVII.
42. oldal - Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where, Where are thy men of might ? thy grand in soul ? Gone — glimmering through the dream of things that were...
99. oldal - 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.
106. oldal - 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...
124. oldal - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
101. oldal - Yet must I think less wildly : — I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd.