Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntG.S. Appleton, 1851 - 287 páginas |
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... round them only breathe ; Yet ruin'd splendour still is lingering there . And yonder towers the Prince's palace fair : There thou too , Vathek ! England's wealthiest son , Once form'd thy Paradise , as not aware When wanton Wealth her ...
... round them only breathe ; Yet ruin'd splendour still is lingering there . And yonder towers the Prince's palace fair : There thou too , Vathek ! England's wealthiest son , Once form'd thy Paradise , as not aware When wanton Wealth her ...
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... fall where other chieftains lead , Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng , And shine in worthless lays , the theme of transient song . XLIV . Enough of Battle's minions ! let them play 30 CANTO I. 338 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... fall where other chieftains lead , Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng , And shine in worthless lays , the theme of transient song . XLIV . Enough of Battle's minions ! let them play 30 CANTO I. 338 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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... inthralls ; And young - eyed Lewdness walks her midnight rounds : Girt with the silent crimes of capitals , Still to the last kind Vice clings to the tottering walls . XLVII . Not so the rustic — with his trembling CANTO I. 31 PILGRIMAGE .
... inthralls ; And young - eyed Lewdness walks her midnight rounds : Girt with the silent crimes of capitals , Still to the last kind Vice clings to the tottering walls . XLVII . Not so the rustic — with his trembling CANTO I. 31 PILGRIMAGE .
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... Which glows yet smoother from his amorous clutch ! Who round the North for paler dames would seek ? How poor their forms appear ! how languid , wan , and weak ! LIX . Match me , ye climes ! which poets CANTO I. 35 PILGRIMAGE .
... Which glows yet smoother from his amorous clutch ! Who round the North for paler dames would seek ? How poor their forms appear ! how languid , wan , and weak ! LIX . Match me , ye climes ! which poets CANTO I. 35 PILGRIMAGE .
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... 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 Andalusia's maids , Nurst in the glowing ...
... 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 Andalusia's maids , Nurst in the glowing ...
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Página 121 - 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 ! How the lit lake shines a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Página 120 - 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...
Página 119 - 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 198 - Ye Elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted — Can ye not Accord me such a being? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot ? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot.
Página 122 - 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 91 - Welcome to their roar! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead !' Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on : for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
Página 100 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, 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 179 - Of its own beauty is the mind diseased, And fevers into false creation : — where, Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized ? In him alone. Can Nature show so fair...
Página 162 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice ; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
Página 184 - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain ; My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire; And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...