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Pàgina 9
... brow , As if the memory of some deadly feud Or disappointed passion lurked below : But this none knew , nor haply cared to know ; For his was not that open , artless ' soul That feels relief by bidding sorrow flow , Nor sought he friend ...
... brow , As if the memory of some deadly feud Or disappointed passion lurked below : But this none knew , nor haply cared to know ; For his was not that open , artless ' soul That feels relief by bidding sorrow flow , Nor sought he friend ...
Pàgina 21
... brow : But now , as if a thing unblest by Man , Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou ! Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls deserted , portals gaping wide : Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom , how Vain are the pleasaunces ...
... brow : But now , as if a thing unblest by Man , Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou ! Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls deserted , portals gaping wide : Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom , how Vain are the pleasaunces ...
Pàgina 51
... tomb , Had buried long his hopes , no more to rise : Pleasure's palled victim ! life - abhorring gloom Wrote on his faded brow curst Cain's unresting doom . LXXXIV . Still he beheld , nor mingled with the D 2 Canto I. 51 PILGRIMAGE .
... tomb , Had buried long his hopes , no more to rise : Pleasure's palled victim ! life - abhorring gloom Wrote on his faded brow curst Cain's unresting doom . LXXXIV . Still he beheld , nor mingled with the D 2 Canto I. 51 PILGRIMAGE .
Pàgina 52
... happier day . TO INEZ . 1 . NAY , smile not at my sullen brow , Alas ! I cannot smile again ; Yet heaven avert that ever thou Shouldst weep , and haply weep in vain . 2 . And dost thou ask , what secret woe 52 Canto I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... happier day . TO INEZ . 1 . NAY , smile not at my sullen brow , Alas ! I cannot smile again ; Yet heaven avert that ever thou Shouldst weep , and haply weep in vain . 2 . And dost thou ask , what secret woe 52 Canto I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
Pàgina 86
... and there some daring mountain - band Disdain his power , and from their rocky hold Hurl their defiance far , nor yield , unless to gold , 19 1 XLVIII . Monastic Zitza ! 20 from thy shady brow 86 Canto II . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... and there some daring mountain - band Disdain his power , and from their rocky hold Hurl their defiance far , nor yield , unless to gold , 19 1 XLVIII . Monastic Zitza ! 20 from thy shady brow 86 Canto II . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
Frases i termes més freqüents
Albanian Ali Pacha ancient Arnaout Athens beautiful behold beneath blood bosom breast brow caloyer Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clime Constantinople dare dark dear death deeds deemed doom doth dread dwell earth Edinburgh Review ev'n fair fate fear foes gaze Giaffir Giaour Greece Greeks hand Hassan hath heard heart heaven honour hour land lonely Lord maid Moslem mountain ne'er never Note o'er Pacha passed Pouqueville rock Romaic sabre scarce scene shore shrine sigh slave smile song sooth soul Stanza steed tale tear thee thine thou Thrasybulus tomb turban Turkish Turks Twas wave youth Zuleika ἂν ἀπὸ αὐτὸς δὲν Διὰ νὰ εἶναι εἰς εἰς τὴν εἰς τὸ Ελλήνων ἐν ἕνα καὶ κὴ μὲ μὴ νὰ οἱ πῶς σᾶς τὰ τὰς τῇ τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τῷ τῶν ὡς
Passatges populars
Pàgina 15 - Oh, Christ ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land ! What fruits of fragrance blush on every tree ! What goodly prospects o'er the hills expand...
Pàgina 82 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie, And the purple of Ocean is deepest in dye; Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine? 'Tis the clime of the East; 'tis the land of the Sun— Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ? Oh! wild as the accents of lovers...
Pàgina 17 - The sunken glen, whose sunless shrubs must weep, The tender azure of the unruffled deep, The orange tints that gild the greenest bough, The torrents that from cliff to valley leap, The vine on high, the willow branch below, Mix'd in one mighty scene, with varied beauty glow.
Pàgina 106 - 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...
Pàgina 27 - Hark ! — heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note ? Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants' slaves? — the fires of death, The bale-fires flash on high : — from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury siroc, Red battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock.
Pàgina 71 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean;. This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.
Pàgina 83 - Zitza!" from thy shady brow, Thou small, but favour'd spot of holy ground ! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found! Rock, river, forest, mountain all abound, And bluest skies that harmonize the whole : Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.
Pàgina 120 - Or, since that hope denied in worlds of strife, Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life ! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray.
Pàgina 101 - 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.
Pàgina 99 - Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scattered children forth, And long accustomed bondage uncreate?