Childe Harold's pilgrimage, The giaour, The siege of Corinth [and other poems]. |
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Where is that standard which Pelagio bore , When Cava's traitor - sire first called the band That dyed thy mountain streams with Gothic gore ?? Where are those bloody banners which of yore Waved o'er thy sons , victorious , to the gale ...
Where is that standard which Pelagio bore , When Cava's traitor - sire first called the band That dyed thy mountain streams with Gothic gore ?? Where are those bloody banners which of yore Waved o'er thy sons , victorious , to the gale ...
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These stanzas were written in Castri ( Delphos ) , at the foot of Parnassus , now called Διακυρα - Liakura . Note 14 . Stanza Ixv . Fair is proud Seville ; let her country boast Her strength , her wealth , her site of ancient days .
These stanzas were written in Castri ( Delphos ) , at the foot of Parnassus , now called Διακυρα - Liakura . Note 14 . Stanza Ixv . Fair is proud Seville ; let her country boast Her strength , her wealth , her site of ancient days .
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... but , from the different features of the last , a comparison can hardly be made . Note 21. Stanza xlix . Here dwells the caloyer . The Greek monks are so called , Note 22. Stauza li . Nature's volcanic amphitheatre .
... but , from the different features of the last , a comparison can hardly be made . Note 21. Stanza xlix . Here dwells the caloyer . The Greek monks are so called , Note 22. Stauza li . Nature's volcanic amphitheatre .
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... in view on the road from Bonn , but on the opposite side of the river ; on this bank , nearly facing it , are the remains of another called the Jew's Castle , and a large cross commemorative of the murder of a chief by his brother .
... in view on the road from Bonn , but on the opposite side of the river ; on this bank , nearly facing it , are the remains of another called the Jew's Castle , and a large cross commemorative of the murder of a chief by his brother .
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Were the early and rapid progress of what is 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 ) ...
Were the early and rapid progress of what is 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 ) ...
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Página 470 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! A SPIRIT PASS'D BEFORE ME.
Página 469 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 119 - 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!
Página 102 - 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...
Página 153 - 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. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her...
Página 100 - 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!
Página 100 - 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 Blush'd 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...
Página 225 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Página 178 - Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair Spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love but only her ! Ye elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted — can ye not Accord me such a being?
Página 106 - Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
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| Título | Childe Harold's pilgrimage, The giaour, The siege of Corinth [and other poems]. |
| Autor | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| Publicado | 1832 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 20 Jun. 2007 |
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