Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Volume 1J. Murray, 1837 - 329 pages |
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... hill : Yet there I've wander'd by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sigh'd o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine , 1 Where , save that feeble fountain , all is still ; Nor mote my shell awake the weary Nine To grace so plain a tale this lowly lay ...
... hill : Yet there I've wander'd by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sigh'd o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine , 1 Where , save that feeble fountain , all is still ; Nor mote my shell awake the weary Nine To grace so plain a tale this lowly lay ...
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... hills expand ! But man would mar them with an impious hand : And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge ' Gainst those who most transgress his high command , With treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge Gaul's locust host , and ...
... hills expand ! But man would mar them with an impious hand : And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge ' Gainst those who most transgress his high command , With treble vengeance will his hot shafts urge Gaul's locust host , and ...
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... hills , the sea adds to the beauty of the view . Note to 1st Edition . Since the publication of this poem , I have been informed of the misapprehension of the term Nossa Seńora de Pena . It was owing to the want of the tilde or mark ...
... hills , the sea adds to the beauty of the view . Note to 1st Edition . Since the publication of this poem , I have been informed of the misapprehension of the term Nossa Seńora de Pena . It was owing to the want of the tilde or mark ...
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... hills , ( Oh , that such hills upheld a freeborn race ! ) Whereon to gaze the eye with joyaunce fills , Childe Harold wends through many a pleasant place . Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase , And marvel men should quit their ...
... hills , ( Oh , that such hills upheld a freeborn race ! ) Whereon to gaze the eye with joyaunce fills , Childe Harold wends through many a pleasant place . Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase , And marvel men should quit their ...
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... hill , and the foundations being placed on rock , without cement , would no doubt render them comparatively easy to be removed or hurled down into the vale below ; but the vale exhibits no appearance of accumulation of hewn stones ; and ...
... hill , and the foundations being placed on rock , without cement , would no doubt render them comparatively easy to be removed or hurled down into the vale below ; but the vale exhibits no appearance of accumulation of hewn stones ; and ...
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Page 156 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep : — All heaven and earth are still : From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence...
Page 247 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Page 155 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and, drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more : LXXXVII.
Page 128 - 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...
Page 249 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 128 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 163 - Historian, bard, philosopher, combined; He multiplied himself among mankind, The Proteus of their talents: But his own Breathed most in ridicule, — which, as the wind, Blew where it listed, laying all things prone, — Now to o'erthrow a fool, and now to shake a throne.
Page 157 - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Page 130 - There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Page 177 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers : And such she was ; — her daughters had their dowers From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East Pour'd in her lap all gems in sparkling showers. In purple was she robed, and of her feast Monarchs partook, and deem'd their dignity increased.