Childe Harold's Pilgrimage,: A Romaunt: and Other PoemsThomas Davison, 1814 - 304 pagina's |
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Pagina xii
... songs of the Troubadours were not more decent , and certainly were much less refined , than those of Ovid . - The " Cours d'amour , parlemens d'amour ou de courtesie et de gen- tilesse ” had much more of love than of courtesy or ...
... songs of the Troubadours were not more decent , and certainly were much less refined , than those of Ovid . - The " Cours d'amour , parlemens d'amour ou de courtesie et de gen- tilesse ” had much more of love than of courtesy or ...
Pagina xv
... Song VIII . Translation of a Greek war song . IX . Translation of a Romaic song X. Written beneath a Picture XI . On Parting XII . To Thyrza XIII . Stanzas XIV . To Thyrza $ 207 209 • 212 ⚫ 215 • 216 · 218 · 221 . · 223 XV . Euthanasia ...
... Song VIII . Translation of a Greek war song . IX . Translation of a Romaic song X. Written beneath a Picture XI . On Parting XII . To Thyrza XIII . Stanzas XIV . To Thyrza $ 207 209 • 212 ⚫ 215 • 216 · 218 · 221 . · 223 XV . Euthanasia ...
Pagina xvi
... Song 252 • XXVI . A Song · 255 XXVII . Origin of Love 257 XXVIII . Remember him . 257 XXIX . Lines inscribed upon a cup formed from a skull 261 Romaic Books and Authors Specimens of the Romaic . 272 · . 277 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage ...
... Song 252 • XXVI . A Song · 255 XXVII . Origin of Love 257 XXVIII . Remember him . 257 XXIX . Lines inscribed upon a cup formed from a skull 261 Romaic Books and Authors Specimens of the Romaic . 272 · . 277 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage ...
Pagina 29
... song ! Can Volume , Pillar , Pile preserve thee great ? 4 Or must thou trust Tradition's simple tongue , When Flattery sleeps with thee , and History does thee wrong ? XXXVII . Awake , ye sons of Spain ! awake ! advance ! Lo ! Chivalry ...
... song ! Can Volume , Pillar , Pile preserve thee great ? 4 Or must thou trust Tradition's simple tongue , When Flattery sleeps with thee , and History does thee wrong ? XXXVII . Awake , ye sons of Spain ! awake ! advance ! Lo ! Chivalry ...
Pagina 32
... others fall where other chieftains lead Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng ; And shine in worthless lays , the theme of transient song ! XLIV . Enough of Battle's minions ! let them play 32 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... others fall where other chieftains lead Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng ; And shine in worthless lays , the theme of transient song ! XLIV . Enough of Battle's minions ! let them play 32 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage,: A Romaunt: and Other Poems George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Volledige weergave - 1814 |
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage,: A Romaunt: and Other Poems George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Volledige weergave - 1814 |
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Pagina 17 - 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.
Pagina 113 - 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: Each hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold Defies the power which crush'd thy temples gone: Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
Pagina 112 - 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...
Pagina 245 - My heart in all, — save hope, — the same. Yet was I calm : I knew the time My breast would thrill before thy look ; But now to tremble were a crime — We met, — and not a nerve was shook. I saw thee gaze upon my face, Yet meet with no confusion there : One only feeling couldst thou trace ; The sullen calmness of despair. Away ! away ! my early dream Remembrance never must awake : Oh ! where is Lethe's fabled stream ? My foolish heart be still, or break.
Pagina 107 - Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow ? By their right arms the conquest must be wrought?
Pagina 232 - 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,...
Pagina 129 - Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn.
Pagina 55 - It is that weariness which springs From all I meet, or hear, or see : To me no pleasure Beauty brings ; Thine eyes have scarce a charm for me. 5. It is that settled, ceaseless gloom The fabled Hebrew wanderer bore : That will not look beyond the tomb, But cannot hope for rest before.
Pagina 118 - 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.
Pagina 68 - Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul : Yes, this was once Ambition's airy hall, The Dome of Thought, the Palace of the Soul...