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... that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left , to cross the brine , And traverse Paynim shores , and pass Earth's central line . XII . The sails were fill'd , and fair the 14 [ CANTO I CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
... that mote to luxury invite , Without a sigh he left , to cross the brine , And traverse Paynim shores , and pass Earth's central line . XII . The sails were fill'd , and fair the 14 [ CANTO I CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
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... shores receded from his sight , Thus to the elements he pour'd his last " Good Night . ” 1 . ADIEU , adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night - winds sigh , the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild sea - mew . Yon ...
... shores receded from his sight , Thus to the elements he pour'd his last " Good Night . ” 1 . ADIEU , adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night - winds sigh , the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild sea - mew . Yon ...
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... shores descried make every bosom gay ; And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way , And Tagus dashing onward to the deep , His fabled golden tribute bent to pay ; And soon on board the Lusian pilots leap , And steer ' twixt fertile ...
... shores descried make every bosom gay ; And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way , And Tagus dashing onward to the deep , His fabled golden tribute bent to pay ; And soon on board the Lusian pilots leap , And steer ' twixt fertile ...
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... shore ? 32 Red gleam'd the cross , and waned the crescent pale , While Afric's echoes thrill'd with Moorish matrons ' wail . XXXVI . Teems not each ditty with the glorious taie ? Ah ! such , alas ! the hero's amplest fate ! When granite ...
... shore ? 32 Red gleam'd the cross , and waned the crescent pale , While Afric's echoes thrill'd with Moorish matrons ' wail . XXXVI . Teems not each ditty with the glorious taie ? Ah ! such , alas ! the hero's amplest fate ! When granite ...
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... shore ? Lo ! it is sacred to a solemn feast : Hark ! heard you not the forest - monarch's roar ? Crashing the lance , he snuffs the spouting gore Of man and steed , o'erthrown beneath his horn ; The throng'd arena shakes with shouts for ...
... shore ? Lo ! it is sacred to a solemn feast : Hark ! heard you not the forest - monarch's roar ? Crashing the lance , he snuffs the spouting gore Of man and steed , o'erthrown beneath his horn ; The throng'd arena shakes with shouts for ...
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Términos y frases comunes
adieu Albanians Ali Pacha amongst ancient Ariosto Athens bard beauty behold beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow called Calmar CANTO charms Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE Cicero Constantinople dare dark dead dear death deem'd dream dust dwell earth Edinburgh Review edition Egeria fair fall fame fate feel foes gaze Giaour glory glow gondoliers Greece Greek hand hath heart heaven hills honour hope hour immortal Italy kiss lake land less live Lord Byron maid mind mortal mountains muse ne'er never night o'er once pass passion Petrarch plain poem poet Pouqueville praise pride rhyme rise rocks Roman Rome round scarce scene shade shore sigh smile song soul spirit stanzas sweet tears temple thee thine things thou thought throne tomb Venetians Venice verse voice waves wild young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 78 - 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...
Página 176 - Dark-heaving, boundless, endless and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 76 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men...
Página 175 - And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war: These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 97 - He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Página 85 - The castled crag of Drachenfels("> Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me ! 2.
Página 99 - 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!
Página 62 - 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 honied wealth...
Página 98 - 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 : — All heaven and earth are still : — From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence, xc.