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Page 116
... Hast sooth'd thine idlesse with inglorious lays , Soon shall thy voice be lost amid the throng Of louder minstrels in these later days : To such resign the strife for fading bays— Ill may such contest now the spirit move Which heeds nor ...
... Hast sooth'd thine idlesse with inglorious lays , Soon shall thy voice be lost amid the throng Of louder minstrels in these later days : To such resign the strife for fading bays— Ill may such contest now the spirit move Which heeds nor ...
Page 117
... hast ; The parent , friend , and now the more than friend : Ne'er yet for one thine arrows flew so fast , And grief with grief continuing still to blend , Hath snatch'd the little joy that life had yet to lend . XCVII . Then must I ...
... hast ; The parent , friend , and now the more than friend : Ne'er yet for one thine arrows flew so fast , And grief with grief continuing still to blend , Hath snatch'd the little joy that life had yet to lend . XCVII . Then must I ...
Page 153
... hast thou gained ? My soul is consumed with fire . 9 . Dance lightly , more gently , and gently still . 10 . Plu hari ti tirete Plu huron cia pra seti . 10 . Make not so much dust to destroy your embroidered hose . The last stanza would ...
... hast thou gained ? My soul is consumed with fire . 9 . Dance lightly , more gently , and gently still . 10 . Plu hari ti tirete Plu huron cia pra seti . 10 . Make not so much dust to destroy your embroidered hose . The last stanza would ...
Page 154
... hast consumed me ! Ah , maid ! thou hast struck me to the heart . 3 . I have said I wish no dowry , but thine eyes and eye- lashes . 4 . Roba stinori ssidua Qu mi sini vetti dua 154 NOTES .
... hast consumed me ! Ah , maid ! thou hast struck me to the heart . 3 . I have said I wish no dowry , but thine eyes and eye- lashes . 4 . Roba stinori ssidua Qu mi sini vetti dua 154 NOTES .
Page 155
... hast left me like a withered tree . 7 . If I have placed my hand on thy bosom , what have I gained ? my hand is with- drawn , but retains the flame . I believe the two last stanzas , as they are in a differ- ent measure , ought to ...
... hast left me like a withered tree . 7 . If I have placed my hand on thy bosom , what have I gained ? my hand is with- drawn , but retains the flame . I believe the two last stanzas , as they are in a differ- ent measure , ought to ...
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Cantos 1 and 2, With Other Poems. Wanting Pp George Gordon N Byron (6th Baron ) No preview available - 2019 |
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Acarnania Albania Albanian Ali Pacha amongst ancient Arnaout Athens aught beautiful behold beneath blood bosom breast Caimacam charms Childe Harold Childe Harold's Pilgrimage clime Constantinople Coray dark dear deem'd doth dread dream earth Epirus ev'n fair feel gaze Giaour Greece Greeks hand hath heart honour hope hour land Leander live lonely Lord lov'd maid mountains ne'er never o'er once Pacha pang pass'd Pindus Pouqueville rock Romaic scene shore shrine sigh slave smile song sooth soul Spain Stanza sweet tear thee thine thing Thornton thou art thou hast translation Turkish Turks wave weep youth Zitza ἀπὸ Ας δὲ δὲν δὲν εἶναι Διὰ νὰ εἶναι εἰς τὴν εἰς τὸ Ελλήνων ἐν ἕνα ἡμεῖς θέλει καὶ κὴ με νὰ οἱ πῶς σᾶς σε τὰ τὰς τῇ τῆς τὸ τὸν τῶν ὡς
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Page 107 - 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!
Page 14 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
Page 111 - Athens' children are with hearts endued, When Grecian mothers shall give birth to men, Then may'st thou be restored ; but not till then. 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?
Page 78 - 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!
Page 66 - Ancient of days ! august Athena ! where, Where are thy men of might, thy grand in soul? Gone, — glimmering through the dream of things that were : First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and passed away, — is this the whole?
Page 114 - The flying Mede, his shaftless broken bow; The fiery Greek, his red pursuing spear; Mountains above, Earth's, Ocean's plain below; Death in the front, Destruction in the rear! Such was the scene— what now remaineth here? What sacred trophy marks the hallow'd ground, Recording Freedom's smile and Asia's tear?
Page 68 - Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul : Yes, this was once Ambition's airy hall, The Dome of Thought, the Palace of the Soul...
Page 233 - As stars that shoot along the sky Shine brightest as they fall from high. As once I wept, if I could weep, My tears might well be shed, To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed, To gaze — how fondly ! on thy face, To fold thee in a faint embrace, Uphold thy drooping head ; And show that love, however vain, Nor thou nor I can feel again.
Page 77 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 32 - Flashing afar, — and at his iron feet Destruction cowers to mark what deeds are done ; For on this morn three potent nations meet, To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet.