Childe Harold's PilgrimageW.B. Conkey, 1900 - 157 σελίδες |
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Acarnania Achelous Acheron Albanian amidst Athens aught Aventicum beauty behold beneath bleed blood bosom Brasidas breast breath brow charms Childe Harold Childe Harold's Pilgrimage clime clouds dark dear deem deem'd deep Delphi desolate didst dome dost doth dread dream dust dwell e'er earth fair fame fate feel foes gainst Gaul gaze gentle Giaour glorious Glory glow grave Greece hand hath heart heaven hills hope hour Idlesse immortal Italy land light lone lord lyre maid mighty mind mortal mountains Nature's ne'er night o'er once pass'd passion Pindus plain poison'd pride proud Rhine rock Rome ruin scarce scatter'd scene shore shrine sigh skies slave smile song sooth soul Spain spirit spot stand star stern stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought throne tomb twas tyrants Venice walls waves ween wild wind woes young youth
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Σελίδα 286 - 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.
Σελίδα 72 - Look on its broken arch, its ruin'd wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul: Yes, this was once Ambition's airy hall, The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul...
Σελίδα 155 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Σελίδα 179 - The morn is up again, the dewy morn, With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom, Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, And living as if earth contain'd no tomb, — And glowing into day : we may resume The march of our existence: and thus I, Still on thy shores, fair Leman!
Σελίδα 135 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Σελίδα 136 - But hark!— that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than> before! Arm! Arm! it is— it is— the cannon's opening roar!
Σελίδα 201 - Meantime I seek no sympathies, nor need ; The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted, — they have torn me — and I bleed : I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
Σελίδα 124 - What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page And be alone on earth, as I am now.
Σελίδα 258 - twere its natural torches, for divine Should be the light which streams here, to illume This long-explored but still exhaustless mine Of contemplation...
Σελίδα 286 - The torch shall be extinguish'd which hath lit My midnight lamp — and what is writ, is writ ; Would it were worthier ! but I am not now That which I have been — and my visions flit Less palpably before me — and the glow Which in my spirit dwelt is fluttering, faint, and low.