Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Volumen 1J. Murray, 1837 - 329 páginas |
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... foes in fight o'erthrown , yet victors here , [ year ? Where Scorn her finger points through many a coming XXVII . So deem'd the Childe , as o'er the mountains he Did take his way in solitary guise : Sweet was the scene , yet soon he ...
... foes in fight o'erthrown , yet victors here , [ year ? Where Scorn her finger points through many a coming XXVII . So deem'd the Childe , as o'er the mountains he Did take his way in solitary guise : Sweet was the scene , yet soon he ...
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... foes , And all must shield their all , or share Subjection's woes . his mother , " is the palace of Mafra , the boast of Portugal , as it might be of any country , in point of magnificence , without ele- gance . There is a convent ...
... foes , And all must shield their all , or share Subjection's woes . his mother , " is the palace of Mafra , the boast of Portugal , as it might be of any country , in point of magnificence , without ele- gance . There is a convent ...
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... foes ; and , lo ! all this is to be done over again ! Like Lien Chi ( in Goldsmith's Citizen of the World ) , as we grow older , we grow never the better . ' It would be pleasant to learn who will subscribe for us , in or about the year ...
... foes ; and , lo ! all this is to be done over again ! Like Lien Chi ( in Goldsmith's Citizen of the World ) , as we grow older , we grow never the better . ' It would be pleasant to learn who will subscribe for us , in or about the year ...
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... foes should boast and bleed ! Peace to the perish'd ! may the warrior's meed And tears of triumph their reward prolong ! Till others fall where other chieftains lead , Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng , And shine in ...
... foes should boast and bleed ! Peace to the perish'd ! may the warrior's meed And tears of triumph their reward prolong ! Till others fall where other chieftains lead , Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng , And shine in ...
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... foes disabled in the brutal fray : And now the Matadores around him play , Shake the red cloak , and poise the ready brand : Once more through all he bursts his thundering way- Vain rage ! the mantle quits the conynge hand , Wraps his ...
... foes disabled in the brutal fray : And now the Matadores around him play , Shake the red cloak , and poise the ready brand : Once more through all he bursts his thundering way- Vain rage ! the mantle quits the conynge hand , Wraps his ...
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Volumen 1 George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Vista completa - 1837 |
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Página 156 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep : — All heaven and earth are still : From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence...
Página 247 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Página 155 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and, drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more : LXXXVII.
Página 128 - And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed. And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Página 249 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — '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.
Página 128 - 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 163 - Historian, bard, philosopher, combined; He multiplied himself among mankind, The Proteus of their talents: But his own Breathed most in ridicule, — which, as the wind, Blew where it listed, laying all things prone, — Now to o'erthrow a fool, and now to shake a throne.
Página 157 - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Página 130 - There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Página 177 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers : And such she was ; — her daughters had their dowers From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East Pour'd in her lap all gems in sparkling showers. In purple was she robed, and of her feast Monarchs partook, and deem'd their dignity increased.