Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntMacmillan, 1899 - 282 páginas |
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... tear would start , But Pride congealed the drop within his ee Apart he stalked in joyless reverie , And from his native land resolved to go , And visit scorching climes beyond the sea : With pleasure drugged , he almost longed for woe ...
... tear would start , But Pride congealed the drop within his ee Apart he stalked in joyless reverie , And from his native land resolved to go , And visit scorching climes beyond the sea : With pleasure drugged , he almost longed for woe ...
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... tear - drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong : Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly 140 More merrily along . ' IV ' Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind : Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I ...
... tear - drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong : Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly 140 More merrily along . ' IV ' Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind : Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I ...
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... tears become thine eye ; If I thy guileless bosom had , Mine own would not be dry . VI ' Come hither , hither , my staunch yeoman , ° Why dost thou look so pale ? 150 155 Or dost thou dread a French foeman ? ° 160 Or shiver at the gale ...
... tears become thine eye ; If I thy guileless bosom had , Mine own would not be dry . VI ' Come hither , hither , my staunch yeoman , ° Why dost thou look so pale ? 150 155 Or dost thou dread a French foeman ? ° 160 Or shiver at the gale ...
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... tear . IX And now I'm in the world alone , Upon the wide , wide sea : But why should I for others groan , When none will sigh for me ? Perchance my dog will whine in vain , Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again He'd ...
... tear . IX And now I'm in the world alone , Upon the wide , wide sea : But why should I for others groan , When none will sigh for me ? Perchance my dog will whine in vain , Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again He'd ...
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... tears of triumph their reward prolong ! Till others fall where other chieftains lead Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng , 465 And shine in worthless lays , the theme of transient song . XLIV Enough of Battle's minions ! let ...
... tears of triumph their reward prolong ! Till others fall where other chieftains lead Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng , 465 And shine in worthless lays , the theme of transient song . XLIV Enough of Battle's minions ! let ...
Términos y frases comunes
Acarnania ancient Arqua Athens bard beauty behold beneath blood blue bosom breast breath brow Byron says Canto Charles Kingsley Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clime dark dead death deemed deep doth dream dust earth EDWARD DOWDEN England English fair fame fate feel foes gaze Giaour glorious glory glow Greece hand hath heart heaven hills hope hour hyæna immortal Italy John Morley lake land live lone look Lord mighty Milton mind mingling mortal mother mountains Napoleon Nature ne'er never Newstead Newstead Abbey night o'er once passion Petrarch Pindus poem poet poetry proud rock RODEN NOEL Rome ruin scene Shelley shore shrine sigh smile song soul Spain spirit stanza star sweet tears temple Tennyson thee thine things thou thought throne tomb Venice walls waves wild wind Wordsworth wrote youth
Pasajes populares
Página 267 - Out from the heart of nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old; The litanies of nations came, Like the volcano's tongue of flame, Up from the burning core below, — The canticles of love and woe...
Página vi - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar - for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! - May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Página 177 - 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 83 - 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 thronged 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 176 - 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 163 - He heard it, but he heeded not, — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away. He recked 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, Butchered to make a Roman holiday!
Página 116 - 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...
Página 82 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Página 187 - O'er other creatures : yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
Página 269 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.