The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Bind 1R. W. Pomeroy, 1824 |
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... ancient and modern times ) , few exceptions will be found to this statement , and I fear a little inves- tigation will teach us not to regret these monstrous mummeries of the middle ages . I now leave " Childe Harold " to live his day ...
... ancient and modern times ) , few exceptions will be found to this statement , and I fear a little inves- tigation will teach us not to regret these monstrous mummeries of the middle ages . I now leave " Childe Harold " to live his day ...
Side 11
... ancient tales say true , nor wrong these holy men . VIII . Yet oft - times in his maddest mirthful mood Strange pangs would flash along Childe Harold's brow , As if the memory of some deadly feud Or disappointed passion lurk'd below ...
... ancient tales say true , nor wrong these holy men . VIII . Yet oft - times in his maddest mirthful mood Strange pangs would flash along Childe Harold's brow , As if the memory of some deadly feud Or disappointed passion lurk'd below ...
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... ancient roundelays among . Whilome upon his banks did legions throng Of Moor and knight , in mailed splendour drest : Here ceased the swift their race , here sunk the strong ; press'd . XXXV . Ob , lovely Spain ! renown'd romantic land.
... ancient roundelays among . Whilome upon his banks did legions throng Of Moor and knight , in mailed splendour drest : Here ceased the swift their race , here sunk the strong ; press'd . XXXV . Ob , lovely Spain ! renown'd romantic land.
Side 23
... ancient goddess , cries , But wields not , as of old , her thirsty lance , Nor shakes her crimson plumage in the skies : Now on the smoke of blazing bolts she flies , And speaks in thunder through yon engine's roar : In every peal she ...
... ancient goddess , cries , But wields not , as of old , her thirsty lance , Nor shakes her crimson plumage in the skies : Now on the smoke of blazing bolts she flies , And speaks in thunder through yon engine's roar : In every peal she ...
Side 32
... can still bestow , though Glory fly her glades . LXV . Fair is proud Seville ; let her country boast Her strength , her wealth , her site of ancient days ; ( 14 ) But Cadiz , rising on the distant coast , Calls 32 Canto I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... can still bestow , though Glory fly her glades . LXV . Fair is proud Seville ; let her country boast Her strength , her wealth , her site of ancient days ; ( 14 ) But Cadiz , rising on the distant coast , Calls 32 Canto I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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Albanian Ali Pacha amongst ancient Athens beauty behold beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Cæsar CANTO Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE church Cicero Constantinople dark death deem'd deep doth dust dwell earth edit Egeria fair fame fate feel Ficus Ruminalis foes French gaze glory Greece Greek hand hath heart heaven hills honour hope hour immortal Italian Italy Julius Cæsar lake land less lightning line last live Lord maid mind mortal mountains Nardini ne'er never o'er once pass Petrarch plain poet Pouqueville rock Romaic Roman Rome ruin scene seen shore sigh smile song soul spot Stanza Storia Tasso tears temple thee thine things thou thought tomb triumph Turks Venetians Venice walls waves wild winds wolf words δεν δια εἰς ἐν και κη με τας τε την το ὡς
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Side 186 - 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...
Side 188 - 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.
Side 79 - Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider. Welcome, to their roar ! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the...
Side 85 - 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 Blushed 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...
Side 187 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they ? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Side 152 - Oh, Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Side 85 - 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...
Side 79 - Is THY face like thy mother's, my fair child! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Side 109 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! 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!
Side 136 - 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...