Byron's Childe Harold (canto IV): Prisoner of Chillon and Other SelectionsAmerican Book Company, 1911 - 170 pages |
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... learned neither to study nor to obey , but grew up a typical spoiled child . He did , indeed , get some lessons from the lofty mountain , " dark Lochnagar . " On becoming a young lord , he was put under the care of a guardian , Lord ...
... learned neither to study nor to obey , but grew up a typical spoiled child . He did , indeed , get some lessons from the lofty mountain , " dark Lochnagar . " On becoming a young lord , he was put under the care of a guardian , Lord ...
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... learned to love despair . And thus when they appeared at last , And all my bonds aside were cast , These heavy walls to me had grown A hermitage - and all my own ! And half I felt as they were come To tear me from a second home : With ...
... learned to love despair . And thus when they appeared at last , And all my bonds aside were cast , These heavy walls to me had grown A hermitage - and all my own ! And half I felt as they were come To tear me from a second home : With ...
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... learned monarch , faith ! was he , And most unlike your majesty ; He made no wars , and did not gain New realms to lose them back again ; And ( save debates in Warsaw's diet ) 2 He reign'd in most unseemly quiet ; Not that he had no ...
... learned monarch , faith ! was he , And most unlike your majesty ; He made no wars , and did not gain New realms to lose them back again ; And ( save debates in Warsaw's diet ) 2 He reign'd in most unseemly quiet ; Not that he had no ...
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... 3 Horace mentions snow on Mount Soracte , a high hill near Rome . 4 This should interest teachers and students of poetry , especially of classic My mind to meditate what then it learned , Yet 112 LORD BYRON . [ CANTO IV .
... 3 Horace mentions snow on Mount Soracte , a high hill near Rome . 4 This should interest teachers and students of poetry , especially of classic My mind to meditate what then it learned , Yet 112 LORD BYRON . [ CANTO IV .
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... learned , Yet such the fixed inveteracy wrought By the impatience of my early thought , That , with the freshness wearing out before 680 My mind could relish what it might have sought , If free to choose , I cannot now restore Its ...
... learned , Yet such the fixed inveteracy wrought By the impatience of my early thought , That , with the freshness wearing out before 680 My mind could relish what it might have sought , If free to choose , I cannot now restore Its ...
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Page 155 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships by thousands lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day, And when the sun set, where were they?
Page 74 - 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!
Page 151 - Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of Eternity, the throne Of the invisible,— even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 151 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 75 - 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; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Page 84 - 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...
Page 150 - 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...
Page 137 - Were with his heart, and that was far away. He recked 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, Butchered to make a Roman holiday!
Page 17 - Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar; for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! — May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Page 152 - 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.