Childe Harold's PilgrimageSamuel E. Cassino, 1893 - 165 páginas |
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... shores , and pass Earth's central line . XII . The sails were fill'd , and fair the light winds blew , As glad to waft him from his native home ; And fast the white rocks faded from his view , And soon were lost in circumambient foam ...
... shores , and pass Earth's central line . XII . The sails were fill'd , and fair the light winds blew , As glad to waft him from his native home ; And fast the white rocks faded from his view , And soon were lost in circumambient foam ...
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... shores receded from his sight , Thus to the elements he pour'd his last “ Good Night . " Adieu , adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night - winds sigh , the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild sea - mew . Yon sun ...
... shores receded from his sight , Thus to the elements he pour'd his last “ Good Night . " Adieu , adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night - winds sigh , the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild sea - mew . Yon sun ...
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... shores could grieve or glad mine eye . II . Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider . Welcome to their roar ! Swift be their guidance , wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the ...
... shores could grieve or glad mine eye . II . Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider . Welcome to their roar ! Swift be their guidance , wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the ...
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... shore , All ashes to the taste : Did man compute Existence by enjoyment , and count o'er Such hours ' gainst years of life , he name threescore ? - say , would XXXV . The Psalmist number'd out the years of man : They are enough : and if ...
... shore , All ashes to the taste : Did man compute Existence by enjoyment , and count o'er Such hours ' gainst years of life , he name threescore ? - say , would XXXV . The Psalmist number'd out the years of man : They are enough : and if ...
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... shore Well to that heart might his these absent greet- ings pour ? 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 ...
... shore Well to that heart might his these absent greet- ings pour ? 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 ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Alps Arqua art thou ashes Avenches Aventicum Bard beauty beheld beneath blood bosom bow'd breast breath bright brow Cæsar charm Childe Childe Harold CIII Clarens clay clouds dark darter dead decay deem deem'd deep desolate didst divine dome dost doth dust dwell dwelt earth Egeria eternal eyes fair fall fame feel flame foam foes gaze gentle glory glow Goth grave grief Harold hate hath heart heaven HENRY W hills hope hues hyæna immortal Italy light lone LORD TENNYSON mighty mind mortal mother mountains Nature's night o'er ocean passion Perchance Petrarch Phlegethon poison'd pride proud Rhine roar rock Roman Rome round ruin scatter'd scene shine shore sigh sink smile soul spirit stands star stern stream sweet tears tempest thee thine things thought throne tomb tree twas tyrants unto Venice voice walls waters waves wild wind woes youth
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Página 78 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Página 145 - While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand ; When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall ; And when Rome falls — the World.
Página 78 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers...
Página 32 - The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array ! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent...
Página 31 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Página 19 - 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.
Página 115 - 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...
Página 62 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most ; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep :— All heaven and earth are still : from the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concentred in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence.
Página 82 - 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.
Página 75 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me, But let us part fair foes; I do believe, Though I have found them not, that there may be Words which are things, hopes which will not deceive, And virtues which are merciful, nor weave Snares for the failing; I would also deem O'er others...