Childe Harold: Texte Anglais Pub. Avec Une Notice, Des Arguments Et Des Notes en FrançaisHachette et cie, 1883 - 264 pages |
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... thee in truth or fancy seemed : Nor , having seen thee , shall I vainly seek --- To paint those charms which varied as they beamed To such as see thee not my words were weak To those who gaze on thee what langage could they speak ? Ah ...
... thee in truth or fancy seemed : Nor , having seen thee , shall I vainly seek --- To paint those charms which varied as they beamed To such as see thee not my words were weak To those who gaze on thee what langage could they speak ? Ah ...
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... thee , And safely view thy ripening beauties shine ; Happy , I ne'er shall see them in decline ; Happier , that while all younger hearts shall bleed , Mine shall escape the doom thine eyes assign To those whose admiration shall succeed ...
... thee , And safely view thy ripening beauties shine ; Happy , I ne'er shall see them in decline ; Happier , that while all younger hearts shall bleed , Mine shall escape the doom thine eyes assign To those whose admiration shall succeed ...
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... thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I've wandered by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sighed o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine , Where , save that feeble fountain , all is still ; Nor mote my shell awake the weary Nine To grace so plain a ...
... thee from thy sacred hill : Yet there I've wandered by thy vaunted rill ; Yes ! sighed o'er Delphi's long deserted shrine , Where , save that feeble fountain , all is still ; Nor mote my shell awake the weary Nine To grace so plain a ...
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... thee , My native Land - Good Night ! 1. When deemed he , pour when he deemed , inversion . De même au vers suivant , on a imprimé quel- quefois did he fling pour he did fling . 2. Good night , son adieu . C'était une mode littéraire de ...
... thee , My native Land - Good Night ! 1. When deemed he , pour when he deemed , inversion . De même au vers suivant , on a imprimé quel- quefois did he fling pour he did fling . 2. Good night , son adieu . C'était une mode littéraire de ...
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... thee - and one above 2 . 1. My little page . L'auteur ap- pelle ainsi un enfant , Robert Rush- ton , qu'il avait emmené à son service : c'était le fils d'un de ses tenanciers . 2. One above . J'ai un ami là- haut , Dieu . 66 • 5 ' My ...
... thee - and one above 2 . 1. My little page . L'auteur ap- pelle ainsi un enfant , Robert Rush- ton , qu'il avait emmené à son service : c'était le fils d'un de ses tenanciers . 2. One above . J'ai un ami là- haut , Dieu . 66 • 5 ' My ...
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anglais archaïsme Arqua autres avait bataille beauty behold beneath bien bosom breast breath brow C'est c'est-à-dire Cadix caloyer caractère célèbre chant Childe Harold Clarens cœur colère contre d'une deem dernier deux douleur earth écrit elle été être fair fait fame faut femme français gaze général Giaour Grèce guerre hath haut heart Heaven hommes hyæna Idlesse J'ai jamais Jean-Jacques Rousseau jeune jour jusqu'à l'amour l'Angleterre l'autre l'Espagne l'histoire l'homme l'on le poète liberté lord Byron lui-même mère monde mort mountains n'est nouvelle o'er pensée peut poème poésie poète Portugal premier qu'il qu'on rappelle Roman Rome Rousseau ruines Sanguinetto scene sens shore siècle sigh smile soul sous souvenir strophe Symplegades tard tear temps terre thee thine thou tillac tomb tour à tour tout Venise vers voyage vrai waves wild woes
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Page 262 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 243 - 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. He heard it, but he heeded not, — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away.
Page 125 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Page 116 - Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.
Page 215 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her...
Page 126 - Within a windowed niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear; And when they smiled because he deem'd it near, His heart more truly knew that peal too well Which stretch'd his father on a bloody bier, And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell: He rush'd into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell.
Page 170 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, nor cried aloud In worship of an echo; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such; I stood Among them, but not of them; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts and still could, Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.
Page 224 - There is a stern round tower of other days, ^ Firm as a fortress, with its fence of stone, Such as an army's baffled strength delays, Standing with half its battlements alone, And with two thousand years of ivy grown, The garland of eternity, where wave The green leaves over all by time o'erthrown ; — What was this tower of strength ? within its cave What treasure lay so lock'd, so hid ? — A woman's grave.
Page 263 - 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 179 - 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...