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XXVII . a sea The moon is up , and yet it is not night - Sunset divides the sky with her Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds , but of all colors seems to be — Melted to one ...
XXVII . a sea The moon is up , and yet it is not night - Sunset divides the sky with her Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds , but of all colors seems to be — Melted to one ...
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ashes bear beauty beheld beneath blood blue bosom breast breath bright brow changed Childe clouds dark dead death deem deep died dost dust dwell earth eternal eyes face fair fall fame feel foes fresh gaze gentle glory grave grow hand hath heart heaven hills hope hour human immortal Italy land leaves less light live look meet mighty mind mortal mother mountains Nature Nature's never night o'er ocean once pass passion past plain pride proud rise roar rock roll Rome round ruin scene seems seen shine shore sigh sink smile soul sound spirit spring stand star stream strength sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thousand throne tomb tree unto vain voice walls waters waves wild wind woes yields young 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...
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Crown series of classics |
| Autor | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| Editora | Samuel E. Cassino, 1893 |
| Original de | Universidade de Michigan |
| Digitalizado | 21 Mai 2007 |
| Número de páginas | 165 páginas |
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