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... , 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 . XIV . Like the Chaldean , he could watch the H CANTO III . ] 35 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . 97.
... , 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 . XIV . Like the Chaldean , he could watch the H CANTO III . ] 35 CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . 97.
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... Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face , The mirror where the stars and mountains view The stillness of their aspect in each trace Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue : There is too much of man here , to look through ...
... Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face , The mirror where the stars and mountains view The stillness of their aspect in each trace Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue : There is too much of man here , to look through ...
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... Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face , The mirror where the stars and mountains view The stillness of their aspect in each trace Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue : There is too much of man here , to look through ...
... Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face , The mirror where the stars and mountains view The stillness of their aspect in each trace Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue : There is too much of man here , to look through ...
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... lake , Which feeds it as a mother who doth make A fair but froward infant her own care , Kissing its cries away as these awake ; - Is it not better thus our lives to wear , Than join the crushing crowd , doom'd to inflict or bear ...
... lake , Which feeds it as a mother who doth make A fair but froward infant her own care , Kissing its cries away as these awake ; - Is it not better thus our lives to wear , Than join the crushing crowd , doom'd to inflict or bear ...
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... lake , With the wild world I dwelt in , is a thing Which warns me , with its stillness , to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring . This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ...
... lake , With the wild world I dwelt in , is a thing Which warns me , with its stillness , to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring . This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ...
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Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Visualização integral - 1826 |
Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) Visualização integral - 1837 |
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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.