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... dust before it flies : That little urn saith more than thousand homilies . V. Or burst the vanish'd Hero's lofty mound ; Far on the solitary shore he sleeps : ( 3 ) He fell , and falling nations mourn'd around ; But now not one of ...
... dust before it flies : That little urn saith more than thousand homilies . V. Or burst the vanish'd Hero's lofty mound ; Far on the solitary shore he sleeps : ( 3 ) He fell , and falling nations mourn'd around ; But now not one of ...
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... dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering shrines removed By British hands , which it had best behoved To guard those relics ne'er to be restored . Curst be the hour when from their ...
... dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering shrines removed By British hands , which it had best behoved To guard those relics ne'er to be restored . Curst be the hour when from their ...
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... dust : and when Can man its shatter'd splendour renovate , Recal its virtues back , and vanquish Time and Fate ? LXXXV . And yet how lovely in thine age of woe , Land of lost gods and godlike men ! art thou ! Thy vales of evergreen ...
... dust : and when Can man its shatter'd splendour renovate , Recal its virtues back , and vanquish Time and Fate ? LXXXV . And yet how lovely in thine age of woe , Land of lost gods and godlike men ! art thou ! Thy vales of evergreen ...
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... dust thy courser's hoof , rude stranger ! spurns around . XCI . Yet to the remnants of thy splendour past Shall pilgrims , pensive , but unwearied throng ; Long shall the voyager , with th ' Ionian blast , Hail the bright clime of ...
... dust thy courser's hoof , rude stranger ! spurns around . XCI . Yet to the remnants of thy splendour past Shall pilgrims , pensive , but unwearied throng ; Long shall the voyager , with th ' Ionian blast , Hail the bright clime of ...
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... dust to destroy your embroidered hose . The last stanza would puzzle a commentator : the men have certainly buskins of the most beautiful texture , but the ladies ( to whom the above is supposed to be addressed ) have nothing under ...
... dust to destroy your embroidered hose . The last stanza would puzzle a commentator : the men have certainly buskins of the most beautiful texture , but the ladies ( to whom the above is supposed to be addressed ) have nothing under ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Albania Ali Pacha amongst Arnaout Athens beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Cæsar CANTO Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE Constantinople dark deem'd deep doth dust dwell earth Epirus eyes fair fame feel foes French gaze Giaours glory gondoliers Greece Greeks hand hath heart heaven hills honour immortal Italian Joannina lake land less light line last live Lord mind mortal mountains Nature's never o'er once pass passion Petrarch plain Pouqueville proud rock Romaic Roman Rome ruin scatter'd scene shore smile song soul spirit spot Stanza star tears thee thine things thou thought Thrasybulus throne tomb Turks Venetian Venice walls waves wind woes ἀπὸ δὲ δὲν διὰ Ἐγὼ εἶναι εἰς εἰς τὴν Ἑλλήνων ἐν καὶ κατὰ κὴ μὲ νὰ οἱ πῶς σᾶς τὰ τὰς τῇ τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν ὡς
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Página 155 - 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 Blush'd 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...
Página 207 - 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...
Página 216 - 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...
Página 173 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me, High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Página 174 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them?
Página 251 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony ; And his droop'd 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 hail'd the wretch who won.
Página 166 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Página 253 - But when the rising moon begins to climb Its topmost arch, and gently pauses there; When the stars twinkle through the loops of time, And the low night-breeze waves along the air The...
Página 179 - Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone ; A truth, which through our being then doth melt, And purifies from self : it is a tone, The soul and source of music, which makes known Eternal harmony, and sheds a charm} Like to the fabled Cytherea's zone, Binding all things with beauty;— 'twould disarm The spectre Death, had he substantial power to harm.
Página 181 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye, With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests! is the goal? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest?