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... never was intended as an example , further than to show that early perversion of mind and morals leads to satiety of past pleasures and dissapoint- ment in new ones , and that even the beauties of nature , and the stimulus of travel ...
... never was intended as an example , further than to show that early perversion of mind and morals leads to satiety of past pleasures and dissapoint- ment in new ones , and that even the beauties of nature , and the stimulus of travel ...
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... never hope to share . XXXI . More bleak to view the hills at length recede , And , less luxuriant , smoother vales extend : Immense horizon - bounded plains succeed ! Far as the eye discerns , withouten end , Spain's realms appear ...
... never hope to share . XXXI . More bleak to view the hills at length recede , And , less luxuriant , smoother vales extend : Immense horizon - bounded plains succeed ! Far as the eye discerns , withouten end , Spain's realms appear ...
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... never - vacant watch , The magazine in rocky durance stow'd , The holster'd steed beneath the shed of thatch , The ball - piled pyramid , the ever - blazing match , 10 ) LII . Portend the deeds to come : -but he whose nod Has tumbled ...
... never - vacant watch , The magazine in rocky durance stow'd , The holster'd steed beneath the shed of thatch , The ball - piled pyramid , the ever - blazing match , 10 ) LII . Portend the deeds to come : -but he whose nod Has tumbled ...
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... never free ; A Kingless people for a nerveless state , Her vassals combat when their chieftains flee , True to the veriest slaves of Treachery : Fond of a land which gave them nought but life , Pride points the path that leads to ...
... never free ; A Kingless people for a nerveless state , Her vassals combat when their chieftains flee , True to the veriest slaves of Treachery : Fond of a land which gave them nought but life , Pride points the path that leads to ...
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... never retreated before his predecessors . 5 . Yet Mafra shall one moment claim delay . Stanza xxix . line 1 . The extent of Mafra is prodigious ; it contains a palace , convent , and most superb church . The six organs are the most ...
... never retreated before his predecessors . 5 . Yet Mafra shall one moment claim delay . Stanza xxix . line 1 . The extent of Mafra is prodigious ; it contains a palace , convent , and most superb church . The six organs are the most ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Albania Ali Pacha amongst ancient Arqua Athens beauty behold beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Canto Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE church Cicero Constantinople dark death deem'd doth dust earth Egeria fair fame feel foes gaze glory gondoliers Greece Greek hand hath heart Heaven hills honour hope immortal Italian Italy lake land line last live Lord mind mortal mountains ne'er never o'er once pass Petrarch plain poet Pouqueville rock Romaic Roman Rome scene seen shore sigh smile song soul spot Stanza Storia Tasso tears temple thee thine things thou thought tomb triumph tyrants Venetian Venice walls waves wild woes wolf ἂν ἀπὸ δὲ δὲν διὰ Ἐγὼ εἶναι εἰς εἰς τὴν ἐν ἡμεῖς καὶ κὴ μὲ νὰ οἱ σᾶς τὰ τὰς τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν ὡς
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Página 165 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and' far delight,— A portion of the tempest and of thee...
Página 224 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped 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 hailed the wretch who won.
Página 160 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion?
Página 163 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction : once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have...
Página 225 - 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!
Página 151 - Away with these ! true Wisdom's world will be Within its own creation, or in thine, Maternal Nature ! for who teems like thee, Thus on the banks of thy majestic Rhine ? There Harold gazes on a work divine, A blending of all beauties ; streams and dells, Fruit, foliage, crag, wood, cornfield, mountain, vine, And chiefless castles breathing stern farewells From gray but leafy walls, where Ruin greenly dwells.
Página 47 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude.
Página 145 - And human frailties, were forgotten quite : Could he have kept his spirit to that flight He had been happy ; but this clay will sink Its spark immortal, envying it the light To which it mounts, as if to break the link That keeps us from yon heaven which woos us to its brink.
Página 194 - gainst the Alpine shocks Of eddying storms ; yet springs the trunk, and mocks The howling tempest, till its height and frame Are worthy of the mountains from whose blocks Of bleak, gray granite into life it came, And grew a giant tree ; — the mind may grow the same.
Página 151 - Their breath is agitation, and their life A storm whereon they ride, to sink at last, And yet so nursed and bigoted to strife, That should their days, surviving perils past, Melt to calm twilight, they feel overcast With sorrow and supineness, and so die; Even as a flame unfed, which runs to waste With its own flickering, or a sword laid by, Which eats into itself, and rusts ingloriously.