Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntG.S. Appleton, 1851 - 287 pages |
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... live his day , such as he is ; it had been more agreeable , and certainly more easy , to have drawn an amiable character . It had been easy to varnish over his faults , to make him do more and express less ; but he never was intended as ...
... live his day , such as he is ; it had been more agreeable , and certainly more easy , to have drawn an amiable character . It had been easy to varnish over his faults , to make him do more and express less ; but he never was intended as ...
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... lives , and barter breath for fame : Fame that will scarce re - animate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name . In sooth ' twere sad to thwart their noble aim Who strike , blest hirelings for their country's good ...
... lives , and barter breath for fame : Fame that will scarce re - animate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name . In sooth ' twere sad to thwart their noble aim Who strike , blest hirelings for their country's good ...
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... live in vain- Twined with my heart , and can I deem thee dead When busy Memory flashes on my brain ? Well - I will dream that we may meet again , And woo the vision to my vacant breast : If aught of young Remembrance then remain , Be as ...
... live in vain- Twined with my heart , and can I deem thee dead When busy Memory flashes on my brain ? Well - I will dream that we may meet again , And woo the vision to my vacant breast : If aught of young Remembrance then remain , Be as ...
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... live who life eternal gave ? If life eternal may await the lyre , That only Heaven to which Earth's children may aspire . XL . ' Twas on a Grecian autumn's gentle eve Childe Harold hail'd Leucadia's cape afar ; A spot he long'd to see ...
... live who life eternal gave ? If life eternal may await the lyre , That only Heaven to which Earth's children may aspire . XL . ' Twas on a Grecian autumn's gentle eve Childe Harold hail'd Leucadia's cape afar ; A spot he long'd to see ...
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... friend , bid an enemy live ? Let those guns so unerring such vengeance forego ? What mark is so fair as the breast of a foe ? G * * Drummer . 4 Macedonia sends forth her invincible race ; For a CANTO II . 77 PILGRIMAGE .
... friend , bid an enemy live ? Let those guns so unerring such vengeance forego ? What mark is so fair as the breast of a foe ? G * * Drummer . 4 Macedonia sends forth her invincible race ; For a CANTO II . 77 PILGRIMAGE .
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Page 121 - 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 ! How the lit lake shines a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Page 120 - All heaven and earth are still— though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
Page 119 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Page 198 - Ye Elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted — Can ye not Accord me such a being? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot ? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot.
Page 122 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe— into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Page 91 - Welcome to their roar! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead !' Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on : for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
Page 100 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, 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!
Page 179 - Of its own beauty is the mind diseased, And fevers into false creation : — where, Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized ? In him alone. Can Nature show so fair...
Page 162 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice ; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
Page 184 - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain ; My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire; And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...