Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt : and Other PoemsJohn Murray, ...; William Blackwood, Edinburgh; and John Cumming, Dublin. By Thomas Davison, 1812 - English literature - 300 pages |
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... songs of the Troubadours were not more decent , and certainly were much less refined , than those of Ovid . - The " Cours d'amour , parlemens d'amour ou de courtesie et de gen- tilesse " had much more of love than of courtesy or ...
... songs of the Troubadours were not more decent , and certainly were much less refined , than those of Ovid . - The " Cours d'amour , parlemens d'amour ou de courtesie et de gen- tilesse " had much more of love than of courtesy or ...
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... song IX . Translation of a Romaic song X. Written beneath a Picture . XI . On Parting XII . To Thyrza XIII . Stanzas XIV . To Thyrza · • • 221 • 223 226 229 · 230 232 235 237 xii CONTENTS . XV . Euthanasia XVI . Stanzas XVII.
... song IX . Translation of a Romaic song X. Written beneath a Picture . XI . On Parting XII . To Thyrza XIII . Stanzas XIV . To Thyrza · • • 221 • 223 226 229 · 230 232 235 237 xii CONTENTS . XV . Euthanasia XVI . Stanzas XVII.
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... song ! Can Volume , Pillar , Pile preserve thee great ? Or must thou trust Tradition's simple tongue , When Flattery sleeps with thee , and History does thee wrong ? XXXVII . Awake , ye sons of Spain ! awake ! advance ! Lo ! Chivalry ...
... song ! Can Volume , Pillar , Pile preserve thee great ? Or must thou trust Tradition's simple tongue , When Flattery sleeps with thee , and History does thee wrong ? XXXVII . Awake , ye sons of Spain ! awake ! advance ! Lo ! Chivalry ...
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... their reward prolong ! Till others fall where other chieftains lead Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng ; And shine in worthless lays , the theme of transient song ! XLIV . Enough of Battle's minions ! let them play 29.
... their reward prolong ! Till others fall where other chieftains lead Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng ; And shine in worthless lays , the theme of transient song ! XLIV . Enough of Battle's minions ! let them play 29.
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... song , the revel here abounds ; Strange modes of merriment the hours consume , Nor bleed these patriots with their country's wounds : Not here War's clarion , but Love's rebeck sounds ; Here Folly still his votaries enthralls ; And ...
... song , the revel here abounds ; Strange modes of merriment the hours consume , Nor bleed these patriots with their country's wounds : Not here War's clarion , but Love's rebeck sounds ; Here Folly still his votaries enthralls ; And ...
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Albania Ali Pacha amongst ancient Arnaout Athenians Athens beautiful behold beneath bosom breast Caimacam charms Childe Harold Childe Harold's Pilgrimage clime Constantinople Coray dark dear deem'd dialect dread dwell earth Edinburgh Review Epirus ev'n fair French gaze Greece Greeks hast hath heart Hellenic honour hour ladies land Leander Lord lov'd maid Morea Moslem mountains native ne'er never o'er once Pacha pass'd perchance Pindus poem Pouqueville Review rock Romaic scene shore sigh smile song sooth soul Spain Stanza sweet taught tear thee thine thing thou art Thyrza tongue translation Troad Turkish Turks wave Waywode weep Zitza ἀπὸ τὸ δὲ δὲν εἶναι Διὰ νὰ εἰς εἰς τὴν εἰς τὸ ἐν ἕνα Ζώη Θηβαῖος καὶ κὴ με νὰ πῶς σᾶς σε τὰ τὰς τῇ τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τῶν ὡς
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Page 102 - Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow? By their right arms the conquest must be wrought? Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye ? No ! True, they may lay your proud despoilers low, But not for you will freedom's altars flame. Shades of the Helots ! triumph o'er your foe ! Greece! change thy lords, thy state is still the same; Thy glorious day is o'er, but not thine years of shame.
Page 105 - tis haunted, holy ground ; No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon...
Page 246 - Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now. The love where Death has set his seal, Nor age can chill, nor rival steal, Nor falsehood disavow: And, what were worse, thou canst not see Or wrong, or change, or fault in me. The better days of life were ours; The worst can be but mine: The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers, Shall never more be thine. The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep; Nor need I to repine That all those charms have pass'd away,...
Page 14 - 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 me where he stands.
Page 104 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his...
Page 101 - Fair Greece ! sad relic of departed worth ! Immortal, though no more ; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scatter'd children forth, And long accustom'd bondage uncreate ? Not such thy sons who whilome did await. The hopeless warriors of a willing doom. In bleak Thermopylae's sepulchral strait — Oh ! who that gallant spirit shall resume, Leap from Eurota's banks, and call thee from the tomb ? LXXIV.
Page 219 - The whole distance, from the place whence we started to our landing on the other side, including the length we were carried by the current, was computed by those on board the frigate at upwards of four English miles, though the actual breadth is barely one. The rapidity of the current is such that no boat can row directly across...
Page 109 - What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
Page 261 - twill impart Some pangs to view his happier lot : But let them pass — Oh ! how my heart Would hate him if he loved thee not ! When late I saw thy favourite child, I thought my jealous heart would break ; But when the unconscious infant smiled, I kiss'd it for its mother's sake.
Page 103 - A thousand years scarce serve to form a state ; An hour may lay it in the dust : and when Can man its shatter'd splendour renovate, Recall its virtues back, and vanquish Time and Fate?