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... day shall sink in night , Ere the Frank robber turn him from his spoil , XCI . And thou , my friend ! -since unavailing And Freedom's stranger - tree grow native of the soil ! ELLE FALCON PIS - RIMAGE . CANTO I TASSO HOUSE 163 165.
... day shall sink in night , Ere the Frank robber turn him from his spoil , XCI . And thou , my friend ! -since unavailing And Freedom's stranger - tree grow native of the soil ! ELLE FALCON PIS - RIMAGE . CANTO I TASSO HOUSE 163 165.
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... the weary dream Of selfish grief or gladness - so it fling Forgetfulness around me -- it shall seem V. He , who grown aged in this world of To me , though to none else , a not ungrateful theme . 94 [ CANTO III . CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
... the weary dream Of selfish grief or gladness - so it fling Forgetfulness around me -- it shall seem V. He , who grown aged in this world of To me , though to none else , a not ungrateful theme . 94 [ CANTO III . CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE .
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... grown aged in this world of woe , In deeds , not years , piercing the depths of life , So that no wonder waits him ; nor below Can love , or sorrow , fame , ambition , strife , Cut to his heart again with the keen knife Of silent ...
... grown aged in this world of woe , In deeds , not years , piercing the depths of life , So that no wonder waits him ; nor below Can love , or sorrow , fame , ambition , strife , Cut to his heart again with the keen knife Of silent ...
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... grow old ? Who can contemplate Fame through clouds unfold The star which rises o'er her steep , nor climb ? Harold , once more within the vortex , roll'd On with the giddy circle , chasing Time , Yet with a nobler aim than in his ...
... grow old ? Who can contemplate Fame through clouds unfold The star which rises o'er her steep , nor climb ? Harold , once more within the vortex , roll'd On with the giddy circle , chasing Time , Yet with a nobler aim than in his ...
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... grow ! And is this all the world has gain'd by thee , Thou first and last of fields ! king - making Victory ? XVIII . And Harold stands upon this place of skulls , The grave of France , the deadly Waterloo ! How in an hour the power ...
... grow ! And is this all the world has gain'd by thee , Thou first and last of fields ! king - making Victory ? XVIII . And Harold stands upon this place of skulls , The grave of France , the deadly Waterloo ! How in an hour the power ...
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Page 84 - 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...
Page 122 - Alas, the lofty city ! and alas, The trebly hundred triumphs ! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away ! Alas for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page ! But these shall be Her resurrection ; all beside decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free ! LXXXIII.
Page 83 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Page 85 - And this is in the night: Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, A portion of the tempest and of thee!
Page 69 - But hark ! that heavy sound breaks in once more, 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...
Page 68 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street ; On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined ; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet...
Page 83 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Page 41 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Page 66 - Yet must I think less wildly : I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd.
Page 144 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone with nothing like to thee Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook his former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in his honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect ? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.