Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, Volume 1J. Murray, 1837 - 329 pages |
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... nature , and the stimulus of travel ( except ambition , the most powerful of all excitements ) are lost on a soul so constituted , or rather misdirected . Had I proceeded with the poem , this character would have deepened as he drew to ...
... nature , and the stimulus of travel ( except ambition , the most powerful of all excitements ) are lost on a soul so constituted , or rather misdirected . Had I proceeded with the poem , this character would have deepened as he drew to ...
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... Nature let his volumes tell ; Who can with him the folio's limits swell With all the Author saw , or said he saw ? Who can topographize or delve so well ? No boaster he , nor impudent and raw , His pencil , pen , and shade , alike ...
... Nature let his volumes tell ; Who can with him the folio's limits swell With all the Author saw , or said he saw ? Who can topographize or delve so well ? No boaster he , nor impudent and raw , His pencil , pen , and shade , alike ...
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... the spoiler's art , ' and ' spreading snares , ' were in no wise applicable to them . " MOORE . ] 1 [ " Brisk Impudence , " & c . - MS ] XXXVII . Dear Nature is the kindest mother still , 84 . CANTO IL . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... the spoiler's art , ' and ' spreading snares , ' were in no wise applicable to them . " MOORE . ] 1 [ " Brisk Impudence , " & c . - MS ] XXXVII . Dear Nature is the kindest mother still , 84 . CANTO IL . CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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A Romaunt George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. XXXVII . Dear Nature is the kindest mother still , Though always changing , in her aspect mild ; From her bare bosom let me take my fill , Her never - wean'd , though not her favour'd child . Oh ...
A Romaunt George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. XXXVII . Dear Nature is the kindest mother still , Though always changing , in her aspect mild ; From her bare bosom let me take my fill , Her never - wean'd , though not her favour'd child . Oh ...
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... Nature's sheen to see . L. Here in the sultriest season let him rest , Fresh is the green beneath those aged trees ; Here winds of gentlest wing will fan his breast , From heaven itself he may inhale the breeze : The plain is far ...
... Nature's sheen to see . L. Here in the sultriest season let him rest , Fresh is the green beneath those aged trees ; Here winds of gentlest wing will fan his breast , From heaven itself he may inhale the breeze : The plain is far ...
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Page 156 - 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...
Page 247 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Page 155 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep ; and, drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more : LXXXVII.
Page 128 - And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed. And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Page 249 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 128 - 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...
Page 163 - Historian, bard, philosopher, combined; He multiplied himself among mankind, The Proteus of their talents: But his own Breathed most in ridicule, — which, as the wind, Blew where it listed, laying all things prone, — Now to o'erthrow a fool, and now to shake a throne.
Page 157 - 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!
Page 130 - There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Page 177 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers : And such she was ; — her daughters had their dowers From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East Pour'd in her lap all gems in sparkling showers. In purple was she robed, and of her feast Monarchs partook, and deem'd their dignity increased.