Childe Harold, ed. by H.F. TozerClarendon Press, 1885 - 336 páginas |
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... ruin - yet what ruin ! from its mass Walls , palaces , half - cities , have been rear'd : ( 4.1280 ) Simple , erect , severe , austere , sublime . ( 4.1306 ) The introduction of the description of Terni is a fine instance of this figure ...
... ruin - yet what ruin ! from its mass Walls , palaces , half - cities , have been rear'd : ( 4.1280 ) Simple , erect , severe , austere , sublime . ( 4.1306 ) The introduction of the description of Terni is a fine instance of this figure ...
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... ruin past redemption's skill ; ( 4. 1304 ) with that produced by l , w , and s in— Then let his length the loitering pilgrim lay ; ( 2. 449 ) As winds come lightly whispering from the west ; ( 2.626 ) Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice ...
... ruin past redemption's skill ; ( 4. 1304 ) with that produced by l , w , and s in— Then let his length the loitering pilgrim lay ; ( 2. 449 ) As winds come lightly whispering from the west ; ( 2.626 ) Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice ...
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... ruin'd splendour still is lingering there . And yonder towers the Prince's palace fair : There thou too , Vathek ! England's wealthiest son , Once form'd thy Paradise , as not aware When wanton Wealth her mightiest deeds hath done ...
... ruin'd splendour still is lingering there . And yonder towers the Prince's palace fair : There thou too , Vathek ! England's wealthiest son , Once form'd thy Paradise , as not aware When wanton Wealth her mightiest deeds hath done ...
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... ruin'd wall , Its chambers desolate , and portals foul : Yes , this was once Ambition's airy hall , The dome of Thought , the palace of the Soul : Behold through each lack - lustre , eyeless hole , 50 The gay recess of Wisdom and of Wit ...
... ruin'd wall , Its chambers desolate , and portals foul : Yes , this was once Ambition's airy hall , The dome of Thought , the palace of the Soul : Behold through each lack - lustre , eyeless hole , 50 The gay recess of Wisdom and of Wit ...
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... ruin'd wall Stands when its wind - worn battlements are gone ; 285 The bars survive the captive they enthral ; The day drags through , though storms keep out the sun ; And thus the heart will break , yet brokenly live on : 33. Even as a ...
... ruin'd wall Stands when its wind - worn battlements are gone ; 285 The bars survive the captive they enthral ; The day drags through , though storms keep out the sun ; And thus the heart will break , yet brokenly live on : 33. Even as a ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Acarnania Albania alliteration Athens aught beauty behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Byron Canto charms Childe Harold clouds contrast dark death deem'd deep desolate dome doth dust dwell E. A. FREEMAN earth Epirus epithet Essay on Style expression Faery Queene fair fame feeling foll gaze Giaour Glory Greece Greek hand hath heart heaven hope idlesse immortal Italy lake land light lonely Lord Lord Byron M.A. Extra fcap meaning Mesolonghi metaphor mind mortal mountains nature ne'er night o'er once pass'd passage passion Petrarch Pindus plain poem poet poetical poetry proud reference Rhine rise rock Roman Rome ruin scene shore shrine sigh smile song soul Spain spirit stanza star stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought throne tomb Venice verse W. W. SKEAT walls waters waves wild wind woes word youth
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Página 43 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Página 312 - Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Página 188 - Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of Eternity, the throne Of the invisible,— even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 114 - 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 Blushed 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 188 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war: These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 333 - You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize As the dead carcasses of unburied men That do corrupt my air, I banish you; And here remain with your uncertainty!
Página 132 - 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!
Página 114 - 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; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...
Página 178 - 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 178 - 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!