Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt : and Other PoemsJohn Murray, ...; William Blackwood, Edinburgh; and John Cumming, Dublin. By Thomas Davison, 1812 - 300 Seiten |
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... thou , the Muses ' seat , art now their grave , Some gentle Spirit still pervades the spot , Sighs in the gale , keeps silence in the cave , And glides with glassy foot o'er yon melodious Wave . LXIII . Of thee hereafter . - Ev'n amidst ...
... thou , the Muses ' seat , art now their grave , Some gentle Spirit still pervades the spot , Sighs in the gale , keeps silence in the cave , And glides with glassy foot o'er yon melodious Wave . LXIII . Of thee hereafter . - Ev'n amidst ...
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... Thou art ? Is this a boon so kindly given , That being , thou wouldst be again , and go , Thou know'st not , reck'st not to what region , so On earth no more , but mingled with the skies ? Still wilt thou dream on future joy and woe ...
... Thou art ? Is this a boon so kindly given , That being , thou wouldst be again , and go , Thou know'st not , reck'st not to what region , so On earth no more , but mingled with the skies ? Still wilt thou dream on future joy and woe ...
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... thy suit , though told in moving tropes : Disguise ev'n tenderness , if thou art wise ; Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes ; Pique her and soothe in turn , soon Passion crowns thy hopes . XXXIV . " Tis an old lesson ; Time ...
... thy suit , though told in moving tropes : Disguise ev'n tenderness , if thou art wise ; Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes ; Pique her and soothe in turn , soon Passion crowns thy hopes . XXXIV . " Tis an old lesson ; Time ...
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... thou art priz'd , Thou sacerdotal gain , but general loss ! Who from true worship's gold can separate thy dross ? • XLIV . Ambracia's gulph behold , where once was lost 82.
... thou art priz'd , Thou sacerdotal gain , but general loss ! Who from true worship's gold can separate thy dross ? • XLIV . Ambracia's gulph behold , where once was lost 82.
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... art thou ! Thy vales of ever - green , thy hills of snow 35 Proclaim thee Nature's varied favourite now . Thy fanes , thy temples to thy surface bow , Commingling slowly with heroic earth , Broke by the share of every rustic plough : So ...
... art thou ! Thy vales of ever - green , thy hills of snow 35 Proclaim thee Nature's varied favourite now . Thy fanes , thy temples to thy surface bow , Commingling slowly with heroic earth , Broke by the share of every rustic plough : So ...
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Albania Ali Pacha amongst ancient Arnaout Athenians Athens beautiful behold beneath bosom breast Caimacam charms Childe Harold Childe Harold's Pilgrimage clime Constantinople Coray dark dear deem'd dialect dread dwell earth Edinburgh Review Epirus ev'n fair French gaze Greece Greeks hast hath heart Hellenic honour hour ladies land Leander Lord lov'd maid Morea Moslem mountains native ne'er never o'er once Pacha pass'd perchance Pindus poem Pouqueville Review rock Romaic scene shore sigh smile song sooth soul Spain Stanza sweet taught tear thee thine thing thou art Thyrza tongue translation Troad Turkish Turks wave Waywode weep Zitza ἀπὸ τὸ δὲ δὲν εἶναι Διὰ νὰ εἰς εἰς τὴν εἰς τὸ ἐν ἕνα Ζώη Θηβαῖος καὶ κὴ με νὰ πῶς σᾶς σε τὰ τὰς τῇ τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τῶν ὡς
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Seite 102 - Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow? By their right arms the conquest must be wrought? Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye ? No ! True, they may lay your proud despoilers low, But not for you will freedom's altars flame. Shades of the Helots ! triumph o'er your foe ! Greece! change thy lords, thy state is still the same; Thy glorious day is o'er, but not thine years of shame.
Seite 105 - tis haunted, holy ground ; No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon...
Seite 246 - Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now. The love where Death has set his seal, Nor age can chill, nor rival steal, Nor falsehood disavow: And, what were worse, thou canst not see Or wrong, or change, or fault in me. The better days of life were ours; The worst can be but mine: The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers, Shall never more be thine. The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep; Nor need I to repine That all those charms have pass'd away,...
Seite 14 - And now I'm in the world alone, Upon the wide, wide sea : But why should I for others groan, When none will sigh for me ? Perchance my dog will whine in vain, Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again He'd tear me where he stands.
Seite 104 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his...
Seite 101 - Fair Greece ! sad relic of departed worth ! Immortal, though no more ; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scatter'd children forth, And long accustom'd bondage uncreate ? Not such thy sons who whilome did await. The hopeless warriors of a willing doom. In bleak Thermopylae's sepulchral strait — Oh ! who that gallant spirit shall resume, Leap from Eurota's banks, and call thee from the tomb ? LXXIV.
Seite 219 - The whole distance, from the place whence we started to our landing on the other side, including the length we were carried by the current, was computed by those on board the frigate at upwards of four English miles, though the actual breadth is barely one. The rapidity of the current is such that no boat can row directly across...
Seite 109 - What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
Seite 261 - twill impart Some pangs to view his happier lot : But let them pass — Oh ! how my heart Would hate him if he loved thee not ! When late I saw thy favourite child, I thought my jealous heart would break ; But when the unconscious infant smiled, I kiss'd it for its mother's sake.
Seite 103 - A thousand years scarce serve to form a state ; An hour may lay it in the dust : and when Can man its shatter'd splendour renovate, Recall its virtues back, and vanquish Time and Fate?