The Works of Lord Byron: Childe Harold's pilgrimageJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... shore. The weather also makes the shore a pleasant place to live—most of the time. Go to the shore on a hot summer day and you may notice that it seems cooler near the water. It is, because land heats and cools much faster than the ...
... shore. The weather also makes the shore a pleasant place to live—most of the time. Go to the shore on a hot summer day and you may notice that it seems cooler near the water. It is, because land heats and cools much faster than the ...
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... SHORE PROTECTION MANUAL This Shore Protection Manual has been prepared to assemble in a single three - volume publication coastal - engineering practices for shore protection . " Coastal Engineering " is defined as the application of ...
... SHORE PROTECTION MANUAL This Shore Protection Manual has been prepared to assemble in a single three - volume publication coastal - engineering practices for shore protection . " Coastal Engineering " is defined as the application of ...
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... shores of the strait , is strewed with drift timber . In clear weather the north shore is visible from the point of the south shore nearest Big Island . Below this detroit the shores recede so as to form a small shallow lake , about ...
... shores of the strait , is strewed with drift timber . In clear weather the north shore is visible from the point of the south shore nearest Big Island . Below this detroit the shores recede so as to form a small shallow lake , about ...
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... shore lines fail to come up to the general plane . For example , in the vicinity of Rexton there is definite shore work up to nearly 900 feet above sea level , but at McMillan , about 30 miles to the northwest , the highest shore work ...
... shore lines fail to come up to the general plane . For example , in the vicinity of Rexton there is definite shore work up to nearly 900 feet above sea level , but at McMillan , about 30 miles to the northwest , the highest shore work ...
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... shore . I have been on hills a great many times , and I never went on a shore . And , besides , I want to find some shells for Royal . " 66 Yes , but , Lucy , " replied Marielle , " we don't know yet where it is safe for us to go on the ...
... shore . I have been on hills a great many times , and I never went on a shore . And , besides , I want to find some shells for Royal . " 66 Yes , but , Lucy , " replied Marielle , " we don't know yet where it is safe for us to go on the ...
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Page 91 - 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 20 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 92 - 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.
Page 132 - Alas ! the lofty city ! and alas ! The trebly hundred triumphs ! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away ! Alas, for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page ! — but these shall be Her resurrection; all beside — decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free!
Page 127 - Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death-bed, and, unworn Its steady dyes, while all around is torn By the distracted waters, bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn : Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene, Love watching Madness with unalterable mien.
Page 104 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the day joins the past Eternity; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest...
Page 96 - Meantime I seek no sympathies, nor need ; The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted, — they have torn me — and I bleed : I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
Page 56 - Now, where the quick Rhone thus hath cleft his way, The mightiest of the storms hath ta'en his stand : For here, not one, but many make their play, And fling their thunder-bolts from hand to hand, Flashing and cast around : of all the band, The brightest through these parted hills hath fork'd His lightnings, — as if he did understand, That in such gaps as desolation work'd, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurk'd.
Page 112 - God ! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely or more powerful, and couldst claim Thy right, and awe the robbers back, who press To shed thy blood, and drink the tears of thy distress...
Page 44 - Or the pure bosom of its nursing lake, Which feeds it as a mother who doth make A fair but froward infant her own care, Kissing its cries away as these awake; — Is it not better thus our lives to wear, Than join the crushing crowd, doom'd to inflict or bear?