Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntJ. Murray, 1859 - 329 pages |
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... leave , once for all , to disclaim - Harold is the child of imagination , for the purpose I have stated . In some very trivial particulars , and those merely local , there might be grounds for such a notion ; but in the main points , I ...
... leave , once for all , to disclaim - Harold is the child of imagination , for the purpose I have stated . In some very trivial particulars , and those merely local , there might be grounds for such a notion ; but in the main points , I ...
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... leave " Childe Harold " to live his day , such as he is ; it had been more agreeable , and certainly more easy , to have drawn an amiable character . It had been easy to varnish over his faults , to make him do more and express less ...
... leave " Childe Harold " to live his day , such as he is ; it had been more agreeable , and certainly more easy , to have drawn an amiable character . It had been easy to varnish over his faults , to make him do more and express less ...
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... leave No 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 ...
... leave No 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 ...
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... leave their nest , Bid man be valiant ere he merit such : Her glance how wildly beautiful ! how much Hath Pho - bus woo'd in vain to spoil her cheek , Which glows yet smoother from his amorous clutch ! Who round the North for paler ...
... leave their nest , Bid man be valiant ere he merit such : Her glance how wildly beautiful ! how much Hath Pho - bus woo'd in vain to spoil her cheek , Which glows yet smoother from his amorous clutch ! Who round the North for paler ...
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... leaves a trace behind ; Pass we the calm , the gale , the change , the tack , And each well - known caprice of wave and wind ; Pass we the joys and sorrows sailors find , Coop'd in their winged sea - girt citadel ; The foul , the fair ...
... leaves a trace behind ; Pass we the calm , the gale , the change , the tack , And each well - known caprice of wave and wind ; Pass we the joys and sorrows sailors find , Coop'd in their winged sea - girt citadel ; The foul , the fair ...
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Acarnania Albania Ali Pacha ancient Athens aught Aventicum beauty beheld beneath blood bosom breast breath brow CANTO charms Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clime dark deem'd deep desolate dome doth dread dust dwell earth Edinburgh Review Epirus fair fame fate feel foes gaze Giaours glory glow Greece Greeks hand hath heart Heaven honour hope hour immortal Italy J. W. Whymper lake LAKE OF ALBANO land less Lord Byron maid mighty mind mortal mountains ne'er never NEWSTEAD ABBEY night o'er once Pacha pass'd passion Percival Skelton plain poem Pouqueville pride proud rock Romaic Roman Rome ruins S. C. Malan scatter'd scene shore shrine sigh skies slave smile song soul spirit spot stanzas stern stream sweet tear temple thee thine things thou thought throne tomb Turks tyrants Venice walls waves wild wind woes youth
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Page 146 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow ; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Page 135 - 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...
Page 281 - 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.
Page 231 - Where the car climbed the capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site. Chaos of ruins! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say, "Here was, or is,
Page 137 - 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 Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 126 - Welcome, to their roar! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on; for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
Page 81 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 280 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Page 270 - Or view the Lord of the unerring bow, The god of life, and poesy, and light — The sun in human limbs array'd, and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight ; The shaft hath just been shot — the arrow bright With an immortal's vengeance ; in his eye And nostril beautiful disdain, and might, And majesty, flash their full lightnings by, Developing in that one glance the deity.
Page 136 - 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 throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...