Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Volumen1J. Murray, 1837 - 329 páginas |
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... appear that that gentleman had recommended the sup- pression or alteration of this stanza : - " I do not mean to exchange the ninth verse of the Good Night . ' I have no reason to suppose my dog better than his brother brutes , mankind ...
... appear that that gentleman had recommended the sup- pression or alteration of this stanza : - " I do not mean to exchange the ninth verse of the Good Night . ' I have no reason to suppose my dog better than his brother brutes , mankind ...
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... appear whereon her shepherds tend Flocks , whose rich fleece right well the trader knows - Now must the pastor's arm his lambs defend : For Spain is compass'd by unyielding foes , And all must shield their all , or share Subjection's ...
... appear whereon her shepherds tend Flocks , whose rich fleece right well the trader knows - Now must the pastor's arm his lambs defend : For Spain is compass'd by unyielding foes , And all must shield their all , or share Subjection's ...
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... appear ! how languid , wan , and weak ! people are called suddenly to fight for their liberty , and are sorely pressed upon , their best field of battle is the floors upon which their children have played ; the chambers where the family ...
... appear ! how languid , wan , and weak ! people are called suddenly to fight for their liberty , and are sorely pressed upon , their best field of battle is the floors upon which their children have played ; the chambers where the family ...
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... appears . The various robberies by Scylla , Nero , and Constantine , are inconsiderable ; for the removal of the statues of bronze , and marble , and ivory , could not greatly affect LXIII . Of thee hereafter . - Ev'n amidst my CANTO J ...
... appears . The various robberies by Scylla , Nero , and Constantine , are inconsiderable ; for the removal of the statues of bronze , and marble , and ivory , could not greatly affect LXIII . Of thee hereafter . - Ev'n amidst my CANTO J ...
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... appears , His gory chest unveils life's panting source ; Though death - struck , still his feeble frame he rears ; Staggering , but stemming all , his lord unharm'd he bears . MS.J [ " The croupe is a particular leap taught in the ...
... appears , His gory chest unveils life's panting source ; Though death - struck , still his feeble frame he rears ; Staggering , but stemming all , his lord unharm'd he bears . MS.J [ " The croupe is a particular leap taught in the ...
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Página 245 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Página 127 - 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 124 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Página 247 - 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 158 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Página 155 - 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 230 - 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. He heard it, but he heeded not— his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
Página 115 - 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. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Página 153 - This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved. t-XXXVI. It is the hush of night...
Página 208 - 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...