Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Volume 1J. Murray, 1837 - 329 pages |
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... fame , And had been glorious in another day : But one sad losel soils a name for aye , However mighty in the olden time ; Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay , Nor florid prose , nor honied lies of rhyme , Can blazon evil deeds ...
... fame , And had been glorious in another day : But one sad losel soils a name for aye , However mighty in the olden time ; Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay , Nor florid prose , nor honied lies of rhyme , Can blazon evil deeds ...
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... fame , By foes in fight o'erthrown , yet victors here , [ year ? Where Scorn her finger points through many a coming XXVII . So deem'd the Childe , as o'er the mountains he Did take his way in solitary guise : Sweet was the scene , yet ...
... fame , By foes in fight o'erthrown , yet victors here , [ year ? Where Scorn her finger points through many a coming XXVII . So deem'd the Childe , as o'er the mountains he Did take his way in solitary guise : Sweet was the scene , yet ...
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... fame : Fame that will scarce re - animate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name . In sooth ' twere sad to thwart their noble aim Who strike , blest hirelings ! for their country's good , And die , that living might ...
... fame : Fame that will scarce re - animate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name . In sooth ' twere sad to thwart their noble aim Who strike , blest hirelings ! for their country's good , And die , that living might ...
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... fame of a poet , during the poetical period of life ( from twenty to thirty ) ; — whether it will last is another matter : but I have been a votary of the deity and the place , and am grateful for what he has done in my behalf , leaving ...
... fame of a poet , during the poetical period of life ( from twenty to thirty ) ; — whether it will last is another matter : but I have been a votary of the deity and the place , and am grateful for what he has done in my behalf , leaving ...
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... fame let Satire do its worst . [ The " Needy Knife - grinder , " in the Anti - jacobin , was a joint production of Messrs . Frere and Canning . ] LXXXIX . Nor yet , elas ! the dreadful work 62 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... fame let Satire do its worst . [ The " Needy Knife - grinder , " in the Anti - jacobin , was a joint production of Messrs . Frere and Canning . ] LXXXIX . Nor yet , elas ! the dreadful work 62 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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Page 156 - 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 : — All heaven and earth are still : From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence...
Page 247 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Page 155 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and, drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more : LXXXVII.
Page 128 - And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed. And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Page 249 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — '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 128 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 163 - Historian, bard, philosopher, combined; He multiplied himself among mankind, The Proteus of their talents: But his own Breathed most in ridicule, — which, as the wind, Blew where it listed, laying all things prone, — Now to o'erthrow a fool, and now to shake a throne.
Page 157 - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Page 130 - There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Page 177 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers : And such she was ; — her daughters had their dowers From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East Pour'd in her lap all gems in sparkling showers. In purple was she robed, and of her feast Monarchs partook, and deem'd their dignity increased.