The Works of Lord Byron: Childe Harold's pilgrimageJohn Murray, 1821 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 18
Page 16
... 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 Which now beneath them , but above shall grow In its ...
... 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 Which now beneath them , but above shall grow In its ...
Page 31
... leaves lift their walls of gray , And many a rock which steeply lours , And noble arch in proud decay , Look o'er this vale of vintage - bowers ; But one thing want these banks of Rhine , — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine ! 3 . I send ...
... leaves lift their walls of gray , And many a rock which steeply lours , And noble arch in proud decay , Look o'er this vale of vintage - bowers ; But one thing want these banks of Rhine , — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine ! 3 . I send ...
Page 49
... leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires , - ' tis to be forgiven , That in our aspirations to be great ... leaf is lost , But hath a part of being , and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence . VOL . II . E XC ...
... leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires , - ' tis to be forgiven , That in our aspirations to be great ... leaf is lost , But hath a part of being , and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence . VOL . II . E XC ...
Page 55
... old trees , with trunks all hoar , But light leaves , young as joy , stands where it stood , Offering to him , and his , a populous solitude , CII . A populous solitude of bees and birds , CANTO III . 55 PILGRIMAGE .
... old trees , with trunks all hoar , But light leaves , young as joy , stands where it stood , Offering to him , and his , a populous solitude , CII . A populous solitude of bees and birds , CANTO III . 55 PILGRIMAGE .
Page 66
... leaves . Stanza xxvii . line 1 . The wood of Soignies is supposed to be a remnant of the " forest of Ardennes , " famous in Boiardo's Orlando , and im- mortal in Shakespeare's " As you like it . " It is also cele- brated in Tacitus as ...
... leaves . Stanza xxvii . line 1 . The wood of Soignies is supposed to be a remnant of the " forest of Ardennes , " famous in Boiardo's Orlando , and im- mortal in Shakespeare's " As you like it . " It is also cele- brated in Tacitus as ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
amidst amongst ancient Ariosto beauty beneath blood Boccaccio breast breath brow Cæsar called Canto Certaldo Childe Harold Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Chioza church Cicero Classical Tour clouds Comitium dead death Decameron deep divine Doge dust earth edit Egeria Emperor empire eyes fall fame feeling Ficus Ruminalis Flaminius Florence Florentine foes gaze Genoese glory gondoliers hath heart heaven hills Hist honour hyæna immortal inscription Italian Italy Julius Cæsar lake light live Livy memory mind mortal mountains Muses Nardini nymph o'er Padua pass passion Petrarch poet quæ Roman Rome round ruin scene seems seen shore soul spirit spot stand Stanza star statue Storia delle arti Suetonius Tasso tears temple temple of Romulus thee thine things thou thought throne tomb tree triumphs valley Venetians Venice voice walls waves wind Winkelmann woes wolf words writer καὶ
Popular passages
Page 91 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Page 20 - 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 92 - 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.
Page 132 - 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!
Page 127 - Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death-bed, and, unworn Its steady dyes, while all around is torn By the distracted waters, bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn : Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene, Love watching Madness with unalterable mien.
Page 104 - 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 96 - Meantime I seek no sympathies, nor need ; The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted, — they have torn me — and I bleed : I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
Page 56 - Now, where the quick Rhone thus hath cleft his way, The mightiest of the storms hath ta'en his stand : For here, not one, but many make their play, And fling their thunder-bolts from hand to hand, Flashing and cast around : of all the band, The brightest through these parted hills hath fork'd His lightnings, — as if he did understand, That in such gaps as desolation work'd, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurk'd.
Page 112 - God ! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely or more powerful, and couldst claim Thy right, and awe the robbers back, who press To shed thy blood, and drink the tears of thy distress...
Page 44 - Or the pure bosom of its nursing lake, Which feeds it as a mother who doth make A fair but froward infant her own care, Kissing its cries away as these awake; — Is it not better thus our lives to wear, Than join the crushing crowd, doom'd to inflict or bear?