Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Τόμος 1J. Murray, 1837 - 329 σελίδες |
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... fall , Yet strength was pillar'd in each massy aisle . Monastic dome ! condemn'd to uses vile ! Where Superstition once had made her den Now Paphian girls were known to sing and smile ; And monks might deem their time was come agen , If ...
... fall , Yet strength was pillar'd in each massy aisle . Monastic dome ! condemn'd to uses vile ! Where Superstition once had made her den Now Paphian girls were known to sing and smile ; And monks might deem their time was come agen , If ...
Σελίδα 39
... fall where other chieftains lead , Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng , And shine in worthless lays , the theme of transient song . 2 XLIV . Enough of Battle's minions ! let them play Their game of lives , and barter breath ...
... fall where other chieftains lead , Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng , And shine in worthless lays , the theme of transient song . 2 XLIV . Enough of Battle's minions ! let them play Their game of lives , and barter breath ...
Σελίδα 43
... fall ? the young , the proud , the brave , To swell one bloated Chief's unwholesome reign ? No step between submission and a grave ? The rise of rapine and the fall of Spain ? And doth the Power that man adores ordain Their doom , nor ...
... fall ? the young , the proud , the brave , To swell one bloated Chief's unwholesome reign ? No step between submission and a grave ? The rise of rapine and the fall of Spain ? And doth the Power that man adores ordain Their doom , nor ...
Σελίδα 44
... fall ? What maid retrieve when man's flush'd hope is lost ? Who hang so fiercely on the flying Gaul , Foil'd by a woman's hand , before a batter'd wall ? Such were the exploits of the Maid of Saragoza , who by her valour elevated ...
... fall ? What maid retrieve when man's flush'd hope is lost ? Who hang so fiercely on the flying Gaul , Foil'd by a woman's hand , before a batter'd wall ? Such were the exploits of the Maid of Saragoza , who by her valour elevated ...
Σελίδα 53
... falls , The den expands , and Expectation mute Gapes round the silent circle's peopled walls . Bounds with one lashing spring the mighty brute , And , wildly staring , spurns , with sounding foot , The sand , nor blindly rushes on his ...
... falls , The den expands , and Expectation mute Gapes round the silent circle's peopled walls . Bounds with one lashing spring the mighty brute , And , wildly staring , spurns , with sounding foot , The sand , nor blindly rushes on his ...
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Σελίδα 245 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Σελίδα 127 - 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...
Σελίδα 124 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Σελίδα 247 - 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.
Σελίδα 158 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Σελίδα 155 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Σελίδα 230 - 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 hail'd the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not— his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
Σελίδα 115 - Is THY face like thy mother's, my fair child! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Σελίδα 153 - 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 been so moved. t-XXXVI. It is the hush of night...
Σελίδα 208 - 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...