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... mortal ken Than those whereof such things the bard relates , Who to the awe - struck world unlock'd Elysium's gates ? XIX . The horrid crags , by toppling convent crown'd , The cork - trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep , The ...
... mortal ken Than those whereof such things the bard relates , Who to the awe - struck world unlock'd Elysium's gates ? XIX . The horrid crags , by toppling convent crown'd , The cork - trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep , The ...
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... mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain - howitzer , the broken road , The bristling palisade , the fosse o'erflow'd , The station'd bands , the never - vacant watch , The magazine in rocky durance stow'd , The holster'd steed ...
... mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain - howitzer , the broken road , The bristling palisade , the fosse o'erflow'd , The station'd bands , the never - vacant watch , The magazine in rocky durance stow'd , The holster'd steed ...
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... mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love than Andalusia's maids , Nurst in the glowing lap of soft desire : Ah ! that to these were given such peaceful shades As Greece can still bestow , though Glory fly ...
... mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love than Andalusia's maids , Nurst in the glowing lap of soft desire : Ah ! that to these were given such peaceful shades As Greece can still bestow , though Glory fly ...
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... mortal eye the distant end foresees . Fall'n nations gaze on Spain ; if freed , she frees More than her fell Pizarros once enchain'd : Strange retribution ! now Columbia's ease Repairs the wrongs that Quito's sons sustain'd , While o'er ...
... mortal eye the distant end foresees . Fall'n nations gaze on Spain ; if freed , she frees More than her fell Pizarros once enchain'd : Strange retribution ! now Columbia's ease Repairs the wrongs that Quito's sons sustain'd , While o'er ...
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... mortal song inspire- Goddess of Wisdom ! here thy temple was , And is , despite of war and wasting fire , ( 1 ) And years , that bade thy worship to expire : But worse than steel , and flame , and ages slow , Is the dread sceptre and ...
... mortal song inspire- Goddess of Wisdom ! here thy temple was , And is , despite of war and wasting fire , ( 1 ) And years , that bade thy worship to expire : But worse than steel , and flame , and ages slow , Is the dread sceptre and ...
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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?