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... dwell , Which seemed to him more lone than Eremite's sad cell . V. For he through Sin's long labyrinth had run , Nor made atonement when he did amiss , Had sighed to many though he loved but one , And that loved one , alas ! could ne'er ...
... dwell , Which seemed to him more lone than Eremite's sad cell . V. For he through Sin's long labyrinth had run , Nor made atonement when he did amiss , Had sighed to many though he loved but one , And that loved one , alas ! could ne'er ...
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... ? Or shiver at the gale ? " - " Deem'st thou I tremble for my life ? Sir Childe , I'm not so weak ; But thinking on an absent wife Will blanch a faithful cheek . 7 . " My spouse and boys dwell near thy 16 Canto I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... ? Or shiver at the gale ? " - " Deem'st thou I tremble for my life ? Sir Childe , I'm not so weak ; But thinking on an absent wife Will blanch a faithful cheek . 7 . " My spouse and boys dwell near thy 16 Canto I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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... dwell near thy hall , Along the bordering lake , And when they on their father call , 66 What answer shall she make ? " - Enough , enough , my yeoman good , Thy grief let none gainsay ; But I , who am of lighter mood , Will laugh to ...
... dwell near thy hall , Along the bordering lake , And when they on their father call , 66 What answer shall she make ? " - Enough , enough , my yeoman good , Thy grief let none gainsay ; But I , who am of lighter mood , Will laugh to ...
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... dwell , In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell . XXI . And here and there , as up the crags you spring , Mark many rude - carved crosses near the path : Yet deem not these devotion's offering- These are memorials frail of ...
... dwell , In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell . XXI . And here and there , as up the crags you spring , Mark many rude - carved crosses near the path : Yet deem not these devotion's offering- These are memorials frail of ...
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... dwell , here schemes of pleasure plan , Beneath yon mountain's ever beauteous brow : But now , as if a thing unblest by Man , Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou ! Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls deserted , portals ...
... dwell , here schemes of pleasure plan , Beneath yon mountain's ever beauteous brow : But now , as if a thing unblest by Man , Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou ! Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls deserted , portals ...
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Page 30 - By Heaven ! it is a splendid sight to see (For one who hath no friend, no brother there) Their rival scarfs of mix'd embroidery, Their various arms that glitter in the air ! What gallant war-hounds rouse them from their lair, And gnash their fangs, loud yelling for the prey ! All join the chase, but few the triumph share ; The Grave shall bear the chiefest prize away, And Havoc scarce for joy can number their array.
Page 29 - Tyrants and tyrants' slaves ? — the fires of death, The bale-fires flash on high : — from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe : Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc, Red Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock.
Page 12 - A few short hours, and he will rise To give the morrow birth; And I shall hail the main and skies, But not my mother earth. Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall, My dog howls at the gate. »Come hither, hither, my little page: Why dost thou weep and wail? Or dost thou dread the billows' rage, Or tremble at the gale? But dash the tear-drop from thine eye; Our ship is swift and strong: Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along«.
Page 75 - 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 19 - Lo ! Cintra's glorious Eden intervenes In variegated maze of mount and glen. Ah, me ! what hand can pencil guide, or pen, To follow half on which the eye dilates...
Page 112 - 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...
Page 109 - And yet how lovely in thine age of woe, Land of lost gods and godlike men! art thou! Thy vales of ever-green, thy hills of snow Proclaim thee Nature's varied favourite now : Thy fanes, thy temples to thy surface bow, Commingling slowly with heroic earth, Broke by the share of every rustic plough s So perish monuments of mortal birth, So perish all in turn, save well-recorded Worth ; *** v - 4 LXXXVI.
Page 66 - 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 ! Behold through each lack-lustre, eyeless hole, The gay recess of Wisdom and of Wit, And Passion's host, that never brooked control : Can all, saint, sage, or sophist ever writ, People this lonely tower, this tenement refit ? Well didst thou speak, Athena's wisest son ! " All that we know is, nothing can be known.
Page 110 - 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 103 - 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 Eurotas' banks, and call thee from the tomb?