Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntJ. Murray, 1859 - 329 من الصفحات |
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... things found favour in his sight Save concubines and carnal companie , And flaunting wassailers of high and low degree . III . Childe Harold was he hight : -but whence his name And lineage long , it suits me not to say ; Suffice it ...
... things found favour in his sight Save concubines and carnal companie , And flaunting wassailers of high and low degree . III . Childe Harold was he hight : -but whence his name And lineage long , it suits me not to say ; Suffice it ...
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... thing that claims a tear . 9 . And now I'm in the world alone , Upon the wide , wide sea : But why should I for others groan , When none will sigh for me ! Perchance my dog will whine in vain , Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere ...
... thing that claims a tear . 9 . And now I'm in the world alone , Upon the wide , wide sea : But why should I for others groan , When none will sigh for me ! Perchance my dog will whine in vain , Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere ...
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... That , sheening far , celestial seems to be , Disconsolate will wander up and down , ' Mid many things unsightly to strange ee ; LISBON For hut and palace show like filthily : The 26 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.
... That , sheening far , celestial seems to be , Disconsolate will wander up and down , ' Mid many things unsightly to strange ee ; LISBON For hut and palace show like filthily : The 26 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.
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... things the bard relates , Who to the awe - struck world unlock'd Elysium's gates . XIX . The horrid crags , by toppling convent crown'd , The cork - trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep , The mountain - moss by scorching skies ...
... things the bard relates , Who to the awe - struck world unlock'd Elysium's gates . XIX . The horrid crags , by toppling convent crown'd , The cork - trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep , The mountain - moss by scorching skies ...
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... plan , Beneath yon mountain's ever beauteous brow : But now , as if a thing unblest by Man , Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou ! Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls deserted 30 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.
... plan , Beneath yon mountain's ever beauteous brow : But now , as if a thing unblest by Man , Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou ! Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls deserted 30 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.
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الصفحة 259 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
الصفحة 279 - 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 cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
الصفحة 134 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
الصفحة 167 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
الصفحة 279 - His steps are not upon thy paths, thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise 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 pretty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: — there let him lay.
الصفحة 206 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
الصفحة 170 - Now, where the swift Rhone cleaves his way between Heights which appear as lovers who have parted In hate, whose mining depths so intervene, That they can meet no more, though broken-hearted ; Though in their souls, which thus each other thwarted, Love was the very root of the fond rage Which blighted their life's bloom, and then departed : Itself expired, but leaving them an age Of years all winters, — war within themselves to wage.
الصفحة 203 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever: it may be a sound — A tone of music, — summer's eve — or spring, A flower — the wind — the Ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound...
الصفحة 137 - Cameron's gathering' rose, The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
الصفحة 168 - 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.