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... thousand keels did ride Of mighty strength , since Albion was allied , And to the Lusians did her aid afford : A nation swoln with ignorance and pride , Who lick yet loathe the hand that waves the sword XVII . But whoso entereth within ...
... thousand keels did ride Of mighty strength , since Albion was allied , And to the Lusians did her aid afford : A nation swoln with ignorance and pride , Who lick yet loathe the hand that waves the sword XVII . But whoso entereth within ...
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... thousand such are rife Throughout this purple land , where law secures not life . XXII . On sloping mounds , or in the vale beneath , Are domes where whilome kings did make repair ; But now the wild flowers round them only breathe ; Yet ...
... thousand such are rife Throughout this purple land , where law secures not life . XXII . On sloping mounds , or in the vale beneath , Are domes where whilome kings did make repair ; But now the wild flowers round them only breathe ; Yet ...
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... thousand such are rife Throughout this purple land , where law secures not life . XXII . On sloping mounds , or in the vale beneath , Are domes where whilome kings did make repair ; But now the wild flowers round them only breathe ; Yet ...
... thousand such are rife Throughout this purple land , where law secures not life . XXII . On sloping mounds , or in the vale beneath , Are domes where whilome kings did make repair ; But now the wild flowers round them only breathe ; Yet ...
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... thousand altars rise , for ever blazing bright . LXVII . From morn till night , from night till startled Morn Peeps blushing on the revel's laughing crew , The song is heard , the rosy garland worn , Devices quaint , and frolics ever ...
... thousand altars rise , for ever blazing bright . LXVII . From morn till night , from night till startled Morn Peeps blushing on the revel's laughing crew , The song is heard , the rosy garland worn , Devices quaint , and frolics ever ...
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... wilt thou dream on future joy and woe ? Regard and weigh yon dust before it flies : V. Or burst the vanish'd Hero's lofty mound ; Far That little urn saith more than thousand homilies . 48 [ CANTO 11 . CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
... wilt thou dream on future joy and woe ? Regard and weigh yon dust before it flies : V. Or burst the vanish'd Hero's lofty mound ; Far That little urn saith more than thousand homilies . 48 [ CANTO 11 . CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
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Albanian Ali Pacha amidst amongst ancient Arnaouts Arqua Athens aught beauty beheld beneath blood bosom breast breath brow caloyer CANTO chief Childe Harold church Constantinople dark death deem'd deep Dervish dome doth dream dust dwell earth Edinburgh Review Epirus eyes fair fame feel Finder flame foes gaze Giaours glory glow gondoliers Greece Greek hand hath heart heaven hills holy honour hour hyæna immortal Italy Joannina lake land less live Lord Macedon Mafra marble mighty mind mortal mountains Nature's ne'er never o'er once palace pass pass'd passion Petrarch plain Pouqueville proud rock Roman Rome ruin scene shatter'd shore shrine sigh slave smile song soul spot STANZA star stream sublime sweet tears temple thee thine things thou thought Thrasybulus throne tomb tower triumph Turks tyrants Venetian Venice walls waves wild winds youth
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Página 84 - 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 122 - 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 ! LXXXIII.
Página 83 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Página 85 - 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 69 - 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...
Página 68 - 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...
Página 83 - 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.
Página 41 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Página 66 - Yet must I think less wildly : — I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd.
Página 144 - 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.