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... fair Mount ! when Greece was young , See round thy giant base a brighter choir , Nor e'er did Delphi , when her priestess sung The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love than ...
... fair Mount ! when Greece was young , See round thy giant base a brighter choir , Nor e'er did Delphi , when her priestess sung The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire , Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love than ...
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... Fair is proud Seville ; let her country boast Her strength , her wealth , her site of ancient But Cadiz , rising on the distant coast , [ days ; ( 1 ) Calls forth a sweeter , though ignoble praise . Ah , Vice ! how soft are thy ...
... Fair is proud Seville ; let her country boast Her strength , her wealth , her site of ancient But Cadiz , rising on the distant coast , [ days ; ( 1 ) Calls forth a sweeter , though ignoble praise . Ah , Vice ! how soft are thy ...
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... . The poet was himself convinced of the failure of the experiment , and in none of the succeeding cantos of Childe Harold repeated it . " - MOORE . ] LXX . Some o'er thy Thamis row the ribbon'd fair 4.8 CANTO I. CHILD HAROLD'S.
... . The poet was himself convinced of the failure of the experiment , and in none of the succeeding cantos of Childe Harold repeated it . " - MOORE . ] LXX . Some o'er thy Thamis row the ribbon'd fair 4.8 CANTO I. CHILD HAROLD'S.
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... fair , Others along the safer turnpike fly ; Some Richmond - hill ascend , some scud to Ware , And many to the steep of Highgate hie . Ask ye , Boeotian shades ! the reason why ? ( 1 ) ' Tis to the worship of the solemn Horn , Grasp'd ...
... fair , Others along the safer turnpike fly ; Some Richmond - hill ascend , some scud to Ware , And many to the steep of Highgate hie . Ask ye , Boeotian shades ! the reason why ? ( 1 ) ' Tis to the worship of the solemn Horn , Grasp'd ...
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... fair , how young , how soft soe'er he seem , Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings . ( 1 ) ( 1 ) " Medio de fonte leporum , " & c . - Luc . E 3 LXXXIII . Yet to the ...
... fair , how young , how soft soe'er he seem , Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings . ( 1 ) ( 1 ) " Medio de fonte leporum , " & c . - Luc . E 3 LXXXIII . Yet to the ...
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Página 267 - 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 144 - 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 249 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — 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.
Página 205 - 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 142 - 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 But hark!
Página 77 - 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 144 - 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 143 - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Página 174 - 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 165 - 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...