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Oh ! let that eye , which , wild as the Gazelle's , 1 Now brightly bold or beautifully shy , Wins as it wanders , dazzles where it dwells , Glance o'er this page , nor to my verse deny That smile for which my breast might vainly sigh ...
Oh ! let that eye , which , wild as the Gazelle's , 1 Now brightly bold or beautifully shy , Wins as it wanders , dazzles where it dwells , Glance o'er this page , nor to my verse deny That smile for which my breast might vainly sigh ...
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Yet deem not thence his breast a breast of steel : Ye , who have known what ' tis to dote upon A few dear objects , will in sadness feel Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal . ΧΙ His house , his home , his heritage ...
Yet deem not thence his breast a breast of steel : Ye , who have known what ' tis to dote upon A few dear objects , will in sadness feel Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal . ΧΙ His house , his home , his heritage ...
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Onward he flies , nor fixed as yet the goal Where he shall rest him on his pilgrimage ; And o'er him many changing scenes must roll Ere toil his thirst for travel can assuage , Or he shall calm his breast , or learn experience sage .
Onward he flies , nor fixed as yet the goal Where he shall rest him on his pilgrimage ; And o'er him many changing scenes must roll Ere toil his thirst for travel can assuage , Or he shall calm his breast , or learn experience sage .
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One breast laid open were a school Which would unteach mankind the lust to shine and rule . ' 2 Centinel . ] From the French sentinelle , is wrongly spelt by Byron . Several of his words have little authority for their support .
One breast laid open were a school Which would unteach mankind the lust to shine and rule . ' 2 Centinel . ] From the French sentinelle , is wrongly spelt by Byron . Several of his words have little authority for their support .
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... save the lonely breast , And mix unbleeding with the boasted slain , While Glory crowns so many a meaner crest ! What hadst thou done to sink so peacefully to rest ? XCII Oh , known the earliest , and esteemed the most !
... save the lonely breast , And mix unbleeding with the boasted slain , While Glory crowns so many a meaner crest ! What hadst thou done to sink so peacefully to rest ? XCII Oh , known the earliest , and esteemed the most !
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Page 162 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 98 - 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!
Page 96 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake , Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. 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.
Page 74 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered 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 looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 150 - He heard it, but he heeded not - his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother - he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday All this rush'd with his blood - Shall he expire And unavenged?
Page 99 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye, With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests! is the goal? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest?
Page 75 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress...
Page 77 - 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 ! XXIX.
Page 106 - 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...
Page 76 - The foe! They come! They come!" And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
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| Title | Childe Harold's pilgrimage, ed. by W. Hiley |
| Author | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Editor | Walter Hiley |
| Published | 1877 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 9 Aug 2006 |
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