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... dignity , The convent ' s white walls glisten fair on high : Here dwells the
caloyer , 21 ) nor rude is he , Nor niggard of his cheer ; the passer by Is welcome
still ; nor heedless will he flee From hence , if he delight kind Nature ' s sheen to
see .
... dignity , The convent ' s white walls glisten fair on high : Here dwells the
caloyer , 21 ) nor rude is he , Nor niggard of his cheer ; the passer by Is welcome
still ; nor heedless will he flee From hence , if he delight kind Nature ' s sheen to
see .
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Colonna is no less a resort of painters than of pira . tes ; there « The hireling artist
plants his paltry desk , And makes degraded nature picturesque . . ( See
Hodgson ' s Lady Jane Grey , etc . ) But there Nature , with the aid of Art , has
done that ...
Colonna is no less a resort of painters than of pira . tes ; there « The hireling artist
plants his paltry desk , And makes degraded nature picturesque . . ( See
Hodgson ' s Lady Jane Grey , etc . ) But there Nature , with the aid of Art , has
done that ...
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35 ) None felt stern Nature rocking at his feet , And yawning forth a grave for
those who lay Upon their bucklers for a winding sheet ; Such is the absorbing
hate when warring nations meet ! LXIV . The Earth to them was as a rolling bark
Which ...
35 ) None felt stern Nature rocking at his feet , And yawning forth a grave for
those who lay Upon their bucklers for a winding sheet ; Such is the absorbing
hate when warring nations meet ! LXIV . The Earth to them was as a rolling bark
Which ...
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And thus they plod in sluggish misery , Rotting from sire to son , and age to age ,
Proud of their trampled nature , and so die , Bequeathing their hereditary rage To
the new race of inborn slaves , who wage War for their chains , and rather than ...
And thus they plod in sluggish misery , Rotting from sire to son , and age to age ,
Proud of their trampled nature , and so die , Bequeathing their hereditary rage To
the new race of inborn slaves , who wage War for their chains , and rather than ...
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No ; he shall not expire While in those warm and lovely veins the fire Of health
and holy feeling can provide Great Nature ' s Nile , whose deep stream rises
higher Than Egypt ' s river : - from that gentle side Drink , drink and live , old man !
No ; he shall not expire While in those warm and lovely veins the fire Of health
and holy feeling can provide Great Nature ' s Nile , whose deep stream rises
higher Than Egypt ' s river : - from that gentle side Drink , drink and live , old man !
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Page 165 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and' far delight,— A portion of the tempest and of thee...
Page 224 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped 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 hailed the wretch who won.
Page 160 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion?
Page 163 - 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...
Page 225 - 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!
Page 151 - Away with these ! true Wisdom's world will be Within its own creation, or in thine, Maternal Nature ! for who teems like thee, Thus on the banks of thy majestic Rhine ? There Harold gazes on a work divine, A blending of all beauties ; streams and dells, Fruit, foliage, crag, wood, cornfield, mountain, vine, And chiefless castles breathing stern farewells From gray but leafy walls, where Ruin greenly dwells.
Page 47 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude.
Page 143 - And human frailties, were forgotten quite : Could he have kept his spirit to that flight He had been happy ; but this clay will sink Its spark immortal, envying it the light To which it mounts, as if to break the link That keeps us from yon heaven which woos us to its brink.
Page 194 - gainst the Alpine shocks Of eddying storms ; yet springs the trunk, and mocks The howling tempest, till its height and frame Are worthy of the mountains from whose blocks Of bleak, gray granite into life it came, And grew a giant tree ; — the mind may grow the same.
Page 151 - Their breath is agitation, and their life A storm whereon they ride, to sink at last, And yet so nursed and bigoted to strife, That should their days, surviving perils past, Melt to calm twilight, they feel overcast With sorrow and supineness, and so die; Even as a flame unfed, which runs to waste With its own flickering, or a sword laid by, Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.
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| Title | Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt. Campe's ed |
| Author | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Published | 1831 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 25 Sep 2006 |
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