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... 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 . XXXIX . Lo ! where the Giant ...
... 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 . XXXIX . Lo ! where the Giant ...
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... His gory chest unveils life's panting source , Tho ' death - struck still his feeble frame he rears , Staggering , but stemming all , his lord unharm'd he bears . LXXVIII . Foil'd , bleeding , breathless , furious to 198 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... His gory chest unveils life's panting source , Tho ' death - struck still his feeble frame he rears , Staggering , but stemming all , his lord unharm'd he bears . LXXVIII . Foil'd , bleeding , breathless , furious to 198 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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... death of Solano , the governor of Cadiz . 18. " War to the knife . " Palafox's answer to the French General at the siege of Saragoza . 19. The honourable I * W ** of the Guards , who died of a fever at Coimbra . I had known him ten ...
... death of Solano , the governor of Cadiz . 18. " War to the knife . " Palafox's answer to the French General at the siege of Saragoza . 19. The honourable I * W ** of the Guards , who died of a fever at Coimbra . I had known him ten ...
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... Death , whose hope is built on IV . Bound to the earth , he lifts his eye to heaven- Is't not enough , unhappy thing ! to know Thou art ? Is this a boon so kindly given , That being , thou wouldst be again , and go , Thou know'st not ...
... Death , whose hope is built on IV . Bound to the earth , he lifts his eye to heaven- Is't not enough , unhappy thing ! to know Thou art ? Is this a boon so kindly given , That being , thou wouldst be again , and go , Thou know'st not ...
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... Death hath but little left him to destroy ! Ah ! happy years ! once more who would not be a boy ? XXIV . Thus bending o'er the vessel's laving side , To gaze on Dian's wave - reflected sphere ; The soul forgets her schemes of Hope and ...
... Death hath but little left him to destroy ! Ah ! happy years ! once more who would not be a boy ? XXIV . Thus bending o'er the vessel's laving side , To gaze on Dian's wave - reflected sphere ; The soul forgets her schemes of Hope and ...
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Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Visualização integral - 1841 |
Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Visualização integral - 1837 |
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Albanian Arqua Athens aught Aventicum beauty behold beneath bleed blood bosom Brasidas breast breath brow CANTO charms Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clime clouds dark dear deeds deem deem'd deep desolate didst dome dost doth dread dream dust dwell earth Epirus fair fame fate feel foes gainst gaze Giaour glorious Glory glow grave Greece hand hath heart heaven hills hope hour Hyæna Idlesse immortal Italy land light lone lord Lord Elgin lov'd lyre Macedon maid mighty mind mortal mountains Nature's ne'er night o'er once pass'd passion Pindus plain poison'd pride proud racter Rhine roar rock Rome ruin scene shore shrine sigh skies slaves smile song sought soul Spain spirit stand star stern stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought throne tomb tyrants Venice walls waves ween wild wind woes young youth
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Página 156 - 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 248 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Página 157 - 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.
Página 149 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone — with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook His former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in His honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.
Página 97 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and' far delight,— A portion of the tempest and of thee...
Página 244 - Where rose the mountains, there to him were friends; Where roll'd the ocean, thereon was his home; Where a blue sky, and glowing clime, extends, He had the passion and the power to roam; The desert, forest, cavern, breaker's foam, Were unto him companionship; they spake A mutual language, clearer than the tome Of his land's tongue, which he would oft forsake For Nature's pages glass'd by sunbeams on the lake.
Página 118 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Página 97 - 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 155 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar : I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Página 96 - Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires,— 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.