The Works of Lord Byron, Bind 1Carey, 1843 |
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Side 27
... Vestigio demonstrant mollitudinem . " AUL . GEL . ( 2 ) These stanzas were written in Castri , ( Delphos , ) at the foot of Parnassus , now called Atakupa - Liakura . LXI . Oft have I dream'd of Thee ! whose CANTO I. 27 PILGRIMAGE .
... Vestigio demonstrant mollitudinem . " AUL . GEL . ( 2 ) These stanzas were written in Castri , ( Delphos , ) at the foot of Parnassus , now called Atakupa - Liakura . LXI . Oft have I dream'd of Thee ! whose CANTO I. 27 PILGRIMAGE .
Side 54
... the approach to Constantinople ; but , from the different features of the last , a comparison can hardly be made . ( 5 ) The Greek monks are so called . L. Here in the sultriest season let him rest , 64 CANTO IL CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... the approach to Constantinople ; but , from the different features of the last , a comparison can hardly be made . ( 5 ) The Greek monks are so called . L. Here in the sultriest season let him rest , 64 CANTO IL CHILDE HAROLD'S.
Side 55
... , and worlds must sink beneath the stroke ! ( 1 ) The Chimariot mountains appear to have been volcanic . ( 2 ) Now called Kalamas . ( 3 ) Albanese cloak . LIV . Epirus ' bounds recede , and mountains fail CANTO IL 55 PILGRIMAGE .
... , and worlds must sink beneath the stroke ! ( 1 ) The Chimariot mountains appear to have been volcanic . ( 2 ) Now called Kalamas . ( 3 ) Albanese cloak . LIV . Epirus ' bounds recede , and mountains fail CANTO IL 55 PILGRIMAGE .
Side 114
... called the Jew's castle , and a large cross commemorative of the murder of a chief by his brother ; the number of castles and cities along the course of the Rhine on both sides is every great , and their situations remarkably beautiful ...
... called the Jew's castle , and a large cross commemorative of the murder of a chief by his brother ; the number of castles and cities along the course of the Rhine on both sides is every great , and their situations remarkably beautiful ...
Side 125
... called Methodism to be attributed to any cause beyond the enthusiasm excited by its vehement faith and doctrines ( the truth or error of which I presume neither to canvass nor to question ) I should venture to as- scribe it to the ...
... called Methodism to be attributed to any cause beyond the enthusiasm excited by its vehement faith and doctrines ( the truth or error of which I presume neither to canvass nor to question ) I should venture to as- scribe it to the ...
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Albanian Ali Pacha arms Athens beauty beheld beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Canto cheek Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE dare dark dead death deeds deep dread earth Egeria fair fame fate fear feel fix'd foes gaze Giaour glance gondoliers grave Greece Greek hand hate hath heard heart heaven hope hour Julius Cæsar land Lara Lara's less light lips live lonely look mountains ne'er never night o'er once Pacha Parisina pass'd perchance Petrarch pride Romaic Roman round scarce scene seem'd seen shine shore sigh slave smile song soul Stanza steed stern tale tears thee thine things thou thought tomb turn'd Venice voice walls waves Whate'er wild wind words youth Zuleika δὲν εἶναι εἰς ἐν καὶ μὲ νὰ τὰ τὴν τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν
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Side 174 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Side 101 - But hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! Arm! Arm! it is! — it is! — the cannon's opening roar!
Side 137 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
Side 113 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
Side 155 - 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...
Side 472 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell — My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are : — even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.
Side 101 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance; let joy be unconfined ! No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet...
Side 186 - 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 46 - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Side 303 - Or, since that hope denied in worlds of strife, Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life ! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away...