Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntH. C. Baird, 1856 - 339 pages |
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... wall ; My dog howls at the gate . 3 . " Come hither , hither , my little page ! Why dost thou weep and wail ? 1 [ See Lord Maxwell's " Good Night , " in Scott's Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border : Poetical Works , vol . ii . p . 141 ...
... wall ; My dog howls at the gate . 3 . " Come hither , hither , my little page ! Why dost thou weep and wail ? 1 [ See Lord Maxwell's " Good Night , " in Scott's Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border : Poetical Works , vol . ii . p . 141 ...
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... wall ? Ne barrier wall , ne river deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul : XXXIII . 1 But these between a silver streamlet glides , And scarce a name ...
... wall ? Ne barrier wall , ne river deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul : XXXIII . 1 But these between a silver streamlet glides , And scarce a name ...
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... walls . 1 [ " At Seville , we lodged in the house of two Spanish un- married ladies , women of character , the eldest a fine woman , the youngest pretty . The freedom of manner , which is general here , astonished me not a little ; and ...
... walls . 1 [ " At Seville , we lodged in the house of two Spanish un- married ladies , women of character , the eldest a fine woman , the youngest pretty . The freedom of manner , which is general here , astonished me not a little ; and ...
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... wall ? 1 1 Such were the exploits of the maid of Saragoza , who by her valour elevated herself to the highest rank of heroines . When the author was at Seville , she walked daily on the Prado , deco- rated with medals and orders , by ...
... wall ? 1 1 Such were the exploits of the maid of Saragoza , who by her valour elevated herself to the highest rank of heroines . When the author was at Seville , she walked daily on the Prado , deco- rated with medals and orders , by ...
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... walls of the nume rous buildings which are mentioned in the history of its former magnificence , buildings which covered two miles of ground . With the exception of the few terraces or supporting walls , no- thing now appears . The ...
... walls of the nume rous buildings which are mentioned in the history of its former magnificence , buildings which covered two miles of ground . With the exception of the few terraces or supporting walls , no- thing now appears . The ...
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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 127 - 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...
Page 186 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the day joins the past Eternity; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest...
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 140 - Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Page 129 - 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...
Page 178 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
Page 109 - tis haunted, holy ground, No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon: Each hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold Defies the power which crush'd thy temples gone: Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
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 156 - 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 G In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.