Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt |
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46. oldal
... thou Parnassus ! 4 whom I now survey , Not in the phrensy of a dreamer's eye , Not in the fabled landscape of a lay , But soaring snow - clad through thy native sky , In the wild pomp of mountain - majesty ! What marvel if I thus essay ...
... thou Parnassus ! 4 whom I now survey , Not in the phrensy of a dreamer's eye , Not in the fabled landscape of a lay , But soaring snow - clad through thy native sky , In the wild pomp of mountain - majesty ! What marvel if I thus essay ...
47. oldal
... thou , the Muses ' seat , art now their grave , 2 Some gentle spirit still pervades the spot , Sighs in the gale , keeps silence in the cave , And glides with glassy foot o'er yon melodious wave . " Upon Parnassus , going to the ...
... thou , the Muses ' seat , art now their grave , 2 Some gentle spirit still pervades the spot , Sighs in the gale , keeps silence in the cave , And glides with glassy foot o'er yon melodious wave . " Upon Parnassus , going to the ...
48. oldal
... thou , fair Mount ! when Greece was young , See round thy giant base a brighter choir , Nor e'er did Delphi , when her priestess sung The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love ...
... thou , fair Mount ! when Greece was young , See round thy giant base a brighter choir , Nor e'er did Delphi , when her priestess sung The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love ...
49. oldal
... thou gape , And mould to every taste thy dear delusive shape . LXVI . When Paphos fell by time - - accursed Time ! The Queen who conquers all must yield to thee The Pleasures fled , but sought as warm a clime ; And Venus , constant to ...
... thou gape , And mould to every taste thy dear delusive shape . LXVI . When Paphos fell by time - - accursed Time ! The Queen who conquers all must yield to thee The Pleasures fled , but sought as warm a clime ; And Venus , constant to ...
50. oldal
... thou know'st the day of prayer : Then thy spruce citizen , wash'd artisan , And smug apprentice gulp their weekly air : Thy coach of hackney , whiskey , one - horse chair , And humblest gig through sundry suburbs whirl ; To Hampstead ...
... thou know'st the day of prayer : Then thy spruce citizen , wash'd artisan , And smug apprentice gulp their weekly air : Thy coach of hackney , whiskey , one - horse chair , And humblest gig through sundry suburbs whirl ; To Hampstead ...
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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.