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Page 68
Glanced many a light caiqne along the foam , Danced on the shore the daughters
of the land , Ne thought had man or maid of rest or home , Wbile many a languid
eye and thrilling hand Exchanged the look few bosoms may withstand , Or ...
Glanced many a light caiqne along the foam , Danced on the shore the daughters
of the land , Ne thought had man or maid of rest or home , Wbile many a languid
eye and thrilling hand Exchanged the look few bosoms may withstand , Or ...
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Was she a matron of Cornelia ' s mien , Or the light air of Egypt ' s graceful queen
, Profuse of joy - or ' gainst it did she war , Inveterate in virtue ? Did she lean To
the soft side of the heart , or wisely bar Love from amongst her griefs ?
Was she a matron of Cornelia ' s mien , Or the light air of Egypt ' s graceful queen
, Profuse of joy - or ' gainst it did she war , Inveterate in virtue ? Did she lean To
the soft side of the heart , or wisely bar Love from amongst her griefs ?
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There is a dungeon , in whose din drear light 65 What do I gaze on ? Nothing :
Look again ! Two forms are slowly shadow ' d on my sightTwo insulated
phantoms of the brain : It is not so ; 1 see them full and plain - An old man , and a
female ...
There is a dungeon , in whose din drear light 65 What do I gaze on ? Nothing :
Look again ! Two forms are slowly shadow ' d on my sightTwo insulated
phantoms of the brain : It is not so ; 1 see them full and plain - An old man , and a
female ...
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this spot he despatched his Balearic and light . armed troops round through the
Gualandra heights to the right , so as to arrive unseen and form an ambush
amongst the broken acclivities which the road now passes , and to be ready to
act ...
this spot he despatched his Balearic and light . armed troops round through the
Gualandra heights to the right , so as to arrive unseen and form an ambush
amongst the broken acclivities which the road now passes , and to be ready to
act ...
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The flood of light which once fell through the large orb above on the whole circle
of divinities , now shines on a numerous assemblage of mortals , some one or
two of whom have been almost deified by the veneration of their countrymen . 66
.
The flood of light which once fell through the large orb above on the whole circle
of divinities , now shines on a numerous assemblage of mortals , some one or
two of whom have been almost deified by the veneration of their countrymen . 66
.
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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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