Childe Harold's pilgrimage, The giaour, The siege of Corinth [and other poems]. |
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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 . 10 . " With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou ...
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 . 10 . " With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou ...
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But man would mar them with an impious hand : And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge ' Gainst those who most transgress his high command , With treble vengeance will his hot.shafts urge Gaul's locust host , and earth from ...
But man would mar them with an impious hand : And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge ' Gainst those who most transgress his high command , With treble vengeance will his hot.shafts urge Gaul's locust host , and earth from ...
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... the shrieking victim hath Pour'd forth his blood beneath the assassin's knife , Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath ; And grove and glen with thousand such are rife Throughout this purple land , where law secures not life .
... the shrieking victim hath Pour'd forth his blood beneath the assassin's knife , Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath ; And grove and glen with thousand such are rife Throughout this purple land , where law secures not life .
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Lo ! where the giant on the mountain stands , His blood - red tresses deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fix'd , and now anon ...
Lo ! where the giant on the mountain stands , His blood - red tresses deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fix'd , and now anon ...
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Who hang so fiercely on the flying Gaul , Foild by a woman's hand , before a batter'd wall ? " I1 LVII . Yet are Spain's maids no race of Amazons , But form'd for all the witching arts of love ; Though ...
Who hang so fiercely on the flying Gaul , Foild by a woman's hand , before a batter'd wall ? " I1 LVII . Yet are Spain's maids no race of Amazons , But form'd for all the witching arts of love ; Though ...
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第 470 頁 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! A SPIRIT PASS'D BEFORE ME.
第 469 頁 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
第 119 頁 - 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!
第 102 頁 - Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay ; 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...
第 153 頁 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her...
第 100 頁 - 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!
第 100 頁 - 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...
第 225 頁 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
第 178 頁 - Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair Spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love but only her ! Ye elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted — can ye not Accord me such a being?
第 106 頁 - Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.