Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Volume 1J. Murray, 1837 - 329 pages |
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... Greece . There , for the present , the poem stops : its reception will determine whether the author may venture to conduct his readers to the capital of the East , through Ionia and Phrygia : these two cantos are merely experi- mental ...
... Greece . There , for the present , the poem stops : its reception will determine whether the author may venture to conduct his readers to the capital of the East , through Ionia and Phrygia : these two cantos are merely experi- mental ...
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... consul stopped my mouth in Greece with a pestilent Paris gazette , just as I had killed Sebastiani ' in buckram , ' and King Joseph in Kendal XLIII . Oh , Albuera , glorious field of grief 38 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... consul stopped my mouth in Greece with a pestilent Paris gazette , just as I had killed Sebastiani ' in buckram , ' and King Joseph in Kendal XLIII . Oh , Albuera , glorious field of grief 38 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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... 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 Andalusia's maids ...
... 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 Andalusia's maids ...
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... Greece and Grecian arts by barbarous hands were quell'd . 2 my very dear friend , to visit me . What will our poor Hobhouse feel ? His letters breathe but of Matthews . Come to me , Scrope , I am almost desolate - left almost alone in ...
... Greece and Grecian arts by barbarous hands were quell'd . 2 my very dear friend , to visit me . What will our poor Hobhouse feel ? His letters breathe but of Matthews . Come to me , Scrope , I am almost desolate - left almost alone in ...
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... and Achilles frightened Alaric from the Acropolis ; but others relate that the Gothic king was nearly as mischievous as the Scottish peer . - See Chandler . xv . Cold is the heart , fair Greece ! 76 CANTO II . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... and Achilles frightened Alaric from the Acropolis ; but others relate that the Gothic king was nearly as mischievous as the Scottish peer . - See Chandler . xv . Cold is the heart , fair Greece ! 76 CANTO II . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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Page 247 - 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.
Page 129 - 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...
Page 126 - 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!
Page 249 - 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.
Page 160 - 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.
Page 157 - 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...
Page 232 - 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...
Page 117 - 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.
Page 155 - 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...
Page 210 - 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...