Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, المجلد 1J. Murray, 1837 - 329 من الصفحات |
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... lost on a soul so constituted , or rather misdirected . Had I proceeded with the poem , this character would have deepened as he drew to the close ; for the outline which I once meant to fill up for him was , with some exceptions , the ...
... lost on a soul so constituted , or rather misdirected . Had I proceeded with the poem , this character would have deepened as he drew to the close ; for the outline which I once meant to fill up for him was , with some exceptions , the ...
الصفحة 17
... lost in circumambient foam : And then , it may be , of his wish to roam Repented he , but in his bosom slept The silent thought , nor from his lips did come One word of wail , whilst others sate and wept , And to the reckless gales ...
... lost in circumambient foam : And then , it may be , of his wish to roam Repented he , but in his bosom slept The silent thought , nor from his lips did come One word of wail , whilst others sate and wept , And to the reckless gales ...
الصفحة 20
... lost in a thunder - storm , and since , nearly wrecked . In both cases he was sorely bewildered ; from appre- hensions of famine and banditti in the first , and drowning in the second instance . His eyes were a little hurt by the ...
... lost in a thunder - storm , and since , nearly wrecked . In both cases he was sorely bewildered ; from appre- hensions of famine and banditti in the first , and drowning in the second instance . His eyes were a little hurt by the ...
الصفحة 29
... lost : For chiefs like ours in vain may laurels bloom ! Woe to the conqu'ring , not the conquer'd host , Since baffled Triumph droops on Lusitania's coast ! Then certain other glorious names we find , Which rhyme compelleth me to place ...
... lost : For chiefs like ours in vain may laurels bloom ! Woe to the conqu'ring , not the conquer'd host , Since baffled Triumph droops on Lusitania's coast ! Then certain other glorious names we find , Which rhyme compelleth me to place ...
الصفحة 42
... lost . L. And whomsoe'er along the path you meet Bears in his cap the badge of crimson hue , Which tells you whom to shun and whom to greet : 1 Woe to the man that walks in public view , Without of loyalty this token true : Sharp is the ...
... lost . L. And whomsoe'er along the path you meet Bears in his cap the badge of crimson hue , Which tells you whom to shun and whom to greet : 1 Woe to the man that walks in public view , Without of loyalty this token true : Sharp is the ...
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الصفحة 156 - 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...
الصفحة 247 - 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...
الصفحة 155 - 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.
الصفحة 128 - 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...
الصفحة 249 - 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.
الصفحة 128 - 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...
الصفحة 163 - 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.
الصفحة 157 - 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!
الصفحة 130 - 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.
الصفحة 177 - 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.