Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Volume 1J. Murray, 1837 - 329 páginas |
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... tear would start , But Pride congeal'd the drop within his ee : Apart he stalk'd in joyless reverie , 2 And from his native land resolved to go , And visit scorching climes beyond the sea ; With pleasure drugg'd , he almost long'd for ...
... tear would start , But Pride congeal'd the drop within his ee : Apart he stalk'd in joyless reverie , 2 And from his native land resolved to go , And visit scorching climes beyond the sea ; With pleasure drugg'd , he almost long'd for ...
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... tear - drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong : Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly " 2 More merrily along . " 4 . ' Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind : 3 Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that ...
... tear - drop from thine eye ; Our ship is swift and strong : Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly " 2 More merrily along . " 4 . ' Let winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind : 3 Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that ...
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... tears become thine eye ; If I thy guileless bosom had , Mine own would not be dry.1 6 . " Come hither , hither , my staunch yeoman , 2 Why dost thou look so pale ? Or dost thou dread a French foeman ? Or shiver at the gale ? " . ' Deem ...
... tears become thine eye ; If I thy guileless bosom had , Mine own would not be dry.1 6 . " Come hither , hither , my staunch yeoman , 2 Why dost thou look so pale ? Or dost thou dread a French foeman ? Or shiver at the gale ? " . ' Deem ...
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... tear.3 crying , I don't know which . I did what I could to console him , but found him incorrigible . He sends six sighs to Sally . I shall settle him in a farm ; for he has served me faithfully , and Sally is a good woman . " After all ...
... tear.3 crying , I don't know which . I did what I could to console him , but found him incorrigible . He sends six sighs to Sally . I shall settle him in a farm ; for he has served me faithfully , and Sally is a good woman . " After all ...
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... tear me where he stands.2 10 . " With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight ...
... tear me where he stands.2 10 . " With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight ...
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Alban hill Albanians Ali Pacha amongst ancient Ariosto Athens beauty behold beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Cæsar called Canto charms Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE church Cicero clime Constantinople dark death deem'd deep dust earth Egeria fair fame feel Florence foes French gaze glory gondoliers Greece Greek hand hath heart Heaven hills Historical Notes Hobhouse honour hope hour immortal Italian Italy Julius Cæsar lake land letter lightning live Lord Byron maid mind mortal mother mountains ne'er never o'er once Pacha palace pass passion Petrarch plain poem poet Portrait Pouqueville rock Roman Rome ruins says scene seems seen shore sigh smile song soul spirit spot Stanza Tasso tears temple thee thine things thou thought tomb Turks Venetians Venice walls waves wild wind woes wolf
Passagens conhecidas
Página 245 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Página 127 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Página 124 - 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!
Página 247 - 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.
Página 158 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Página 155 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Página 230 - 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 hail'd the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not— his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
Página 115 - Is THY face like thy mother's, my fair child! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Página 153 - This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved. t-XXXVI. It is the hush of night...
Página 208 - Alas ! the lofty city ! and alas ! The trebly hundred triumphs ! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away ! Alas, for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page ! — but these shall be Her resurrection • all beside — decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free...