The Works of Lord Byron: Childe Harold's pilgrimageJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... and are still to be found . The fol- 1 Marci Antonii Sabelli de Veneta Urbis situ narratio , edit . Taurin . 1507 , lib . i . fol . 22 . lowing extract will serve to show the difference between the CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . 183.
... and are still to be found . The fol- 1 Marci Antonii Sabelli de Veneta Urbis situ narratio , edit . Taurin . 1507 , lib . i . fol . 22 . lowing extract will serve to show the difference between the CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . 183.
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... : littus , the shore . 2 [ Curiosities of Literature , vol . ii . p . 156. edit . 1807 ; and Appendix xxix . to Black's Life of Tasso . ] ments are raised into duties , duties are softened into 188 NOTES TO THE FOURTH CANTO OF.
... : littus , the shore . 2 [ Curiosities of Literature , vol . ii . p . 156. edit . 1807 ; and Appendix xxix . to Black's Life of Tasso . ] ments are raised into duties , duties are softened into 188 NOTES TO THE FOURTH CANTO OF.
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... emolumentis , qu©¡ è Repub . percipiunt , qu©¡ hanc ob causam diuturna fore creditur . " - See de Principatibus Itali©¡ , Tractatus . edit . 1631 . be expected from the Venetians themselves . At no time CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . 197.
... emolumentis , qu©¡ è Repub . percipiunt , qu©¡ hanc ob causam diuturna fore creditur . " - See de Principatibus Itali©¡ , Tractatus . edit . 1631 . be expected from the Venetians themselves . At no time CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE . 197.
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... edit . Ven . 1756 . 2 See Riflessioni , & c . p . 291 . 3 66 Quella rea e perversa passione che solo tutto mi occupava e regnava nel cuore . " 4 Azion disonesta are his words . 2 1 when he forgot or was guilty of this 202 NOTES TO THE ...
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... , though it is certainly not an indispensable , trait of superior genius . 1 Remarks , & c . on Italy , p . 95 , note , and edit . Every footstep of Laura's lover has been anxiously traced and CHILDE HAROLD'S FILGRIMAGE . 205.
... , though it is certainly not an indispensable , trait of superior genius . 1 Remarks , & c . on Italy , p . 95 , note , and edit . Every footstep of Laura's lover has been anxiously traced and CHILDE HAROLD'S FILGRIMAGE . 205.
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179 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
87 ÆäÀÌÁö - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
14 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 Blushed 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...
17 ÆäÀÌÁö - The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array ! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent...
31 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
157 ÆäÀÌÁö - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony ; And his droop'd head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
157 ÆäÀÌÁö - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday— All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
41 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have not loved the world, nor the world me, But let us part fair foes; I do believe, Though I have found them not, that there may be Words which are things, hopes which will not deceive, And virtues which are merciful, nor weave Snares for the failing; I would also deem O'er others...