The Prisoner of Chillon, and Other Poems, Bind 1John Murray, Albermarle-Street., 1816 - 60 sider |
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... fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd , and barr'd - forbidden fare ; But this was for my father's faith I suffered chains and courted death ; 10 That father perish'd at the stake For tenets he would The Prisoner of ...
... fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd , and barr'd - forbidden fare ; But this was for my father's faith I suffered chains and courted death ; 10 That father perish'd at the stake For tenets he would The Prisoner of ...
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... fate , My keepers grew compassionate , I know not what had made them so , They were inured to sights of woe , But so it was : -my broken chain With links unfasten'd did remain , 300 And it was liberty to stride Along my cell from € 2 ...
... fate , My keepers grew compassionate , I know not what had made them so , They were inured to sights of woe , But so it was : -my broken chain With links unfasten'd did remain , 300 And it was liberty to stride Along my cell from € 2 ...
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... fate hath declined , Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find ; Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted , It shrunk not to share it with me , And the love which my spirit hath painted It never hath ...
... fate hath declined , Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find ; Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted , It shrunk not to share it with me , And the love which my spirit hath painted It never hath ...
Side 51
... Fate , The ruling principle of Hate , Which for its pleasure doth create The things it may annihilate , Refused thee even the boon to die : The wretched gift eternity Was thine - and thou hast borne it well . All that the Thunderer ...
... Fate , The ruling principle of Hate , Which for its pleasure doth create The things it may annihilate , Refused thee even the boon to die : The wretched gift eternity Was thine - and thou hast borne it well . All that the Thunderer ...
Side 52
... fate and force ; Like thee , Man is in part divine , A troubled stream from a pure source ; And Man in portions can foresee His own funereal destiny ; His wretchedness , and his resistance , And his sad unallied existence : To which his ...
... fate and force ; Like thee , Man is in part divine , A troubled stream from a pure source ; And Man in portions can foresee His own funereal destiny ; His wretchedness , and his resistance , And his sad unallied existence : To which his ...
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ALBEMARLE-STREET antique Oratory beautiful BEN JONSON Bibliothèque publique bird Bonnivard BOOKS PRINTING breath brow chain change came o'er CHILDE HAROLD Chillon's snow-white battlement Conseil copious corse darkness death desolate died DITION dread dream Duc de Savoye dungeon wall dwell earth ESSAY eternal fate fear feel fetters Geneve libre Grammar grand homme grave grew grief hand heart Heaven her's hill lake Leman LORD BYRON marks efface massy monarch of old MONODY MURRAY names are worthy ne'er Note o'er his face o'er the spirit ocean OCTAVO PARISINA patrie perish'd POEMS Pontic monarch prêche printed by Bulmer PRISONER OF CHILLON qu'il avoit quiet Rhone seem'd shadow SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh smile SONNET ON CHILLON steed stood tablet of unutterable tears thine things Thou art thou didst thoughts Was traced thy shore torture twas twere unutterable thoughts Wanderer wave Whitefriars withered
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Side 2 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Side 6 - T was still some solace, in the dearth Of the pure elements of earth, To hearken to each other's speech, And each "turn comforter to each With some new hope, or legend old, 60 Or song heroically bold; But even these at length grew cold.
Side 47 - Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep, There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish...
Side 12 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind...
Side 4 - Dying as their father died, For the God their foes denied; Three were in a dungeon cast, Of whom this wreck is left the last.
Side 10 - I begg'd them, as a boon, to lay His corse in dust whereon the day Might shine — it was a foolish thought, But then within my brain it wrought, That even in death his freeborn breast In such a dungeon could not rest. I might have spared my idle prayer — They coldly laugh'd — and laid him there : The flat and turfless earth above 160 The being we so much did love ; His empty chain above it leant, Such murder's fitting monument ! VIII.
Side 36 - I saw two beings in the hues of youth Standing upon a hill, a gentle hill, Green and of mild declivity, the last As 'twere the cape of a long ridge of such, Save that there was no sea to lave its base, But a most living landscape, and the wave Of woods and cornfields, and the abodes of men Scattered at intervals, and wreathing smoke Arising from such rustic roofs; — the hill Was crowned with a peculiar diadem Of trees, in circular array, so fixed, Not by the sport of nature, but of man...
Side 53 - ... Mortals of their fate and force ; Like thee, Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source ; And Man in portions can foresee His own funereal destiny ; His wretchedness, and his resistance, And his sad unallied existence...
Side 42 - That in the antique oratory shook His bosom in its solitude; and then — As in that hour — a moment o'er his face The tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced — and then it faded as it came...
Side 11 - Oh God! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...