Childe Harold's pilgrimage |
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31. oldal
... Constantinople were to us a few years ago , Venice and Rome have been more recently . The poem also , or the pilgrim , or both , have accompanied me from first to last ; and per- haps it may be a pardonable vanity which induces me to ...
... Constantinople were to us a few years ago , Venice and Rome have been more recently . The poem also , or the pilgrim , or both , have accompanied me from first to last ; and per- haps it may be a pardonable vanity which induces me to ...
50. oldal
... Constantinople and every other part of Turkey which came within my observation ; and more faithful in peril , or indefatigable in service , are rarely to be found . The Infidel was named Basilius , the Moslem , Dervish Tahiri ; the ...
... Constantinople and every other part of Turkey which came within my observation ; and more faithful in peril , or indefatigable in service , are rarely to be found . The Infidel was named Basilius , the Moslem , Dervish Tahiri ; the ...
51. oldal
... Constantinople ; but , from the different features of the last , a comparison can hardly be made . Page 15 , col . 2 . " Here dwells the caloyer , nor rude is he . " ] The Greek monks are so called . Page 16 , col . 1 . " Nature's ...
... Constantinople ; but , from the different features of the last , a comparison can hardly be made . Page 15 , col . 2 . " Here dwells the caloyer , nor rude is he . " ] The Greek monks are so called . Page 16 , col . 1 . " Nature's ...
52. oldal
... Constantinople , where I passed May , June , and part of July ( 1810 ) , you might damn the climate , and complain of spleen , " five days out of seven . 1. I am wounded by thy love , and have loved but to scorch myself . 2. Thou hast ...
... Constantinople , where I passed May , June , and part of July ( 1810 ) , you might damn the climate , and complain of spleen , " five days out of seven . 1. I am wounded by thy love , and have loved but to scorch myself . 2. Thou hast ...
53. oldal
... Constantinople live in Fanal ; and if Mr. Thornton did not oftener cross the Golden Horn than his brother merchants are accustomed to do , I should place no great reliance on his information . I actually heard one of these gentlemen ...
... Constantinople live in Fanal ; and if Mr. Thornton did not oftener cross the Golden Horn than his brother merchants are accustomed to do , I should place no great reliance on his information . I actually heard one of these gentlemen ...
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47. oldal - 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...
28. oldal - And this is in the night. — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee ! How the lit lake shines a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
42. oldal - Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruin'd battlement, For which the palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.
47. oldal - 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.
28. 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!
21. oldal - As eagerly the barr'd-up bird will beat His breast and beak against his wiry dome Till the blood tinge his plumage, so the heat Of his impeded soul would through his bosom eat.
43. oldal - He heard it, but he heeded not ; his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize ; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
13. oldal - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
19. oldal - And yet how lovely in thine age of woe, Land of lost gods and godlike men, art thou! Thy vales of evergreen, thy hills of snow, Proclaim thee Nature's varied favourite now: Thy fanes, thy temples to thy surface bow, Commingling slowly with heroic earth...
28. oldal - 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...