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الصفحة 68
... but on the opposite side of the river ; on this bank , nearly facing it , are the
remains of another called the Jew ' s castle ... castles and cities along the course
of the Rhine on both sides is very great , and their situations remarkably beautiful
.
... but on the opposite side of the river ; on this bank , nearly facing it , are the
remains of another called the Jew ' s castle ... castles and cities along the course
of the Rhine on both sides is very great , and their situations remarkably beautiful
.
الصفحة 110
Yet , Italy ! through every other land Thy wrongs should ring , and shall , from side
to side ; Mother of Arts ! as once of arms ; thy hand Was then our guardian , and is
still our guide ; Parent of our Religion ! whom the wide Nations have knelt to ...
Yet , Italy ! through every other land Thy wrongs should ring , and shall , from side
to side ; Mother of Arts ! as once of arms ; thy hand Was then our guardian , and is
still our guide ; Parent of our Religion ! whom the wide Nations have knelt to ...
الصفحة 123
Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge , From side to side , beneath the glittering
morn , An Iris sits , amidst the infernal surge , ( 38 ) Like Hope upon a death - bed
, and , unworn Its steady dyes , while all around is torn By the distracted waters ...
Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge , From side to side , beneath the glittering
morn , An Iris sits , amidst the infernal surge , ( 38 ) Like Hope upon a death - bed
, and , unworn Its steady dyes , while all around is torn By the distracted waters ...
الصفحة 181
The state dungeons , called “ pozzi , ” or wells , were sunk in the thick walls of the
palace ; and the prisoner when taken out to die was conducted across the gallery
to the other side , and being then led back into the other compartment , or cell ...
The state dungeons , called “ pozzi , ” or wells , were sunk in the thick walls of the
palace ; and the prisoner when taken out to die was conducted across the gallery
to the other side , and being then led back into the other compartment , or cell ...
الصفحة 248
Borrichius wrote after Nardini in 1687 . Ap . Græv . Antiq . Rom . tom . iv . p . 1522
. 3 Donatus , lib . xi . cap . 18 . gives a medal representing on one side in the
same position as that in the Capitol ; and in the reverse the wolf with the head not
...
Borrichius wrote after Nardini in 1687 . Ap . Græv . Antiq . Rom . tom . iv . p . 1522
. 3 Donatus , lib . xi . cap . 18 . gives a medal representing on one side in the
same position as that in the Capitol ; and in the reverse the wolf with the head not
...
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الصفحة 179 - 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 87 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
الصفحة 14 - 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...
الصفحة 15 - 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 Blushed 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 17 - The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array ! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent...
الصفحة 31 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, •which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
الصفحة 157 - 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 157 - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd 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, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday— All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
الصفحة 41 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me, High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
الصفحة 62 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me, But let us part fair foes; I do believe, Though I have found them not, that there may be Words which are things, hopes which will not deceive, And virtues which are merciful, nor weave Snares for the failing; I would also deem O'er others...
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| العنوان | The Works of Lord Byron: Childe Harold's pilgrimage المجلد 2 من The Works of Lord Byron, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| المؤلف | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| الناشر | John Murray, 1821 |
| أصلي من | جامعة أوكسفورد |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 24 أيلول (سبتمبر) 2007 |
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