Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, 1. kötetJ. Murray, 1837 - 329 oldal |
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37. oldal
... hath no friend , no brother there ) Their rival scarfs of mix'd embroidery , Their various arms that glitter in the air ! What gallant war - hounds rouse them from their lair , And gnash their fangs , loud yelling for the prey ! All ...
... hath no friend , no brother there ) Their rival scarfs of mix'd embroidery , Their various arms that glitter in the air ! What gallant war - hounds rouse them from their lair , And gnash their fangs , loud yelling for the prey ! All ...
43. oldal
... hath espoused , Sung the loud song , and dared the deed of war ? And she , whom once the semblance of a scar Appall'd , an owlet's larum chill'd with dread , Now views the column - scattering bay'net jar , The falchion flash , and o'er ...
... hath espoused , Sung the loud song , and dared the deed of war ? And she , whom once the semblance of a scar Appall'd , an owlet's larum chill'd with dread , Now views the column - scattering bay'net jar , The falchion flash , and o'er ...
45. oldal
... hath impress'd Denotes how soft that chin which bears his touch : 1 Her lips , whose kisses pout to leave their nest , Bid man be valiant ere he merit such : Her glance how wildly beautiful ! how much Hath Phoebus woo'd in vain to spoil ...
... hath impress'd Denotes how soft that chin which bears his touch : 1 Her lips , whose kisses pout to leave their nest , Bid man be valiant ere he merit such : Her glance how wildly beautiful ! how much Hath Phoebus woo'd in vain to spoil ...
73. oldal
... hath his pang , but feeble sufferers groan With brain - born dreams of evil all their own . Pursue what Chance or Fate proclaimeth best ; Peace waits us on the shores of Acheron : There no forced banquet claims the sated guest , But ...
... hath his pang , but feeble sufferers groan With brain - born dreams of evil all their own . Pursue what Chance or Fate proclaimeth best ; Peace waits us on the shores of Acheron : There no forced banquet claims the sated guest , But ...
74. oldal
... hath labour'd to deface . Yet these proud pillars claim no passing sigh ; Unmov'd the Moslem sits , the light Greek carols by . XI . But who , of all the plunderers of yon fane On high , where Pallas linger'd , loth to flee [ Lord Byron ...
... hath labour'd to deface . Yet these proud pillars claim no passing sigh ; Unmov'd the Moslem sits , the light Greek carols by . XI . But who , of all the plunderers of yon fane On high , where Pallas linger'd , loth to flee [ Lord Byron ...
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156. 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 lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence...
247. 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 deed...
155. oldal - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and, drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more : LXXXVII.
128. oldal - And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed. And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
249. 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.
128. oldal - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
163. oldal - Historian, bard, philosopher, combined; He multiplied himself among mankind, The Proteus of their talents: But his own Breathed most in ridicule, — which, as the wind, Blew where it listed, laying all things prone, — Now to o'erthrow a fool, and now to shake a throne.
157. oldal - 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!
130. 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.
177. oldal - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers : And such she was ; — her daughters had their dowers From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East Pour'd in her lap all gems in sparkling showers. In purple was she robed, and of her feast Monarchs partook, and deem'd their dignity increased.