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... the generality of their criticisms I have nothing to object ; it would ill become me to quarrel with their very slight degree of censure , when , perhaps , if they had been less kind they had been more candid . Returning vii.
... the generality of their criticisms I have nothing to object ; it would ill become me to quarrel with their very slight degree of censure , when , perhaps , if they had been less kind they had been more candid . Returning vii.
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... 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 gentleness . - See Rolland on the same subject with St. Palaye . Whatever other ...
... 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 gentleness . - See Rolland on the same subject with St. Palaye . Whatever other ...
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... less , but he never was intended as an ex- ample , further than to show that early perversion of mind and morals leads to satiety of past pleasures and disap- pointment in new ones , and that even the beauties of nature , and the ...
... less , but he never was intended as an ex- ample , further than to show that early perversion of mind and morals leads to satiety of past pleasures and disap- pointment in new ones , and that even the beauties of nature , and the ...
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... fingers near the lyre Of him who hail'd thee , loveliest as thou wast , Such is the most my memory may desire ; Though more than Hope can claim , could Friendship less require ? 1 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage . A ROMAUNT . CANTO I.
... fingers near the lyre Of him who hail'd thee , loveliest as thou wast , Such is the most my memory may desire ; Though more than Hope can claim , could Friendship less require ? 1 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage . A ROMAUNT . CANTO I.
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... less luxuriant , smoother vales extend : Immense horizon - bounded plains succeed ! Far as the eye discerns , withouten end , Spain's realms appear whereon her shepherds tend Flocks whose rich fleece right well the trader knows-- Now ...
... less luxuriant , smoother vales extend : Immense horizon - bounded plains succeed ! Far as the eye discerns , withouten end , Spain's realms appear whereon her shepherds tend Flocks whose rich fleece right well the trader knows-- Now ...
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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.