The works, of ... lord Byron, Zväzok 7 |
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Strana 11
... ! 7 Th ' OCTOGENARIAN chief , BYZANTIUM's conquering foe , XIII . Before ST . MARK still glow his STEEDS of brass , Their gilded collars glittering in the sun ; But is not DORIA's menace come to pass ? 8 PILGRIMAGE . II.
... ! 7 Th ' OCTOGENARIAN chief , BYZANTIUM's conquering foe , XIII . Before ST . MARK still glow his STEEDS of brass , Their gilded collars glittering in the sun ; But is not DORIA's menace come to pass ? 8 PILGRIMAGE . II.
Strana 12
... pass ? 8 Are they not bridled ? — VENICE , lost and won , Her thirteen hundred years of freedom done , Sinks , like a sea - weed , into whence she rose , Better be whelm'd beneath the waves , and shun , Even in destruction's depth , her ...
... pass ? 8 Are they not bridled ? — VENICE , lost and won , Her thirteen hundred years of freedom done , Sinks , like a sea - weed , into whence she rose , Better be whelm'd beneath the waves , and shun , Even in destruction's depth , her ...
Strana 19
... passing stranger's gaze His mansion and his sepulchre ; both plain And venerably simple , such as raise A feeling more accordant with his strain Than if a pyramid form'd , his monumental fane . XXXII . And the soft quiet hamlet where he ...
... passing stranger's gaze His mansion and his sepulchre ; both plain And venerably simple , such as raise A feeling more accordant with his strain Than if a pyramid form'd , his monumental fane . XXXII . And the soft quiet hamlet where he ...
Strana 20
... pass away ; Making the sun like blood , the earth a tomb , The tomb a hell , and hell itself a murkier gloom . XXXV . FERRARA ! in thy wide and grass - grown streets , Whose symmetry was not for solitude , There seems as ' twere a curse ...
... pass away ; Making the sun like blood , the earth a tomb , The tomb a hell , and hell itself a murkier gloom . XXXV . FERRARA ! in thy wide and grass - grown streets , Whose symmetry was not for solitude , There seems as ' twere a curse ...
Strana 24
... bows her to the storm , In the same dust and blackness , and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form , 21 Wrecks of another world , whose ashes still are warm . XLVII . Yet , ITALY ! through every other land 24 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... bows her to the storm , In the same dust and blackness , and we pass The skeleton of her Titanic form , 21 Wrecks of another world , whose ashes still are warm . XLVII . Yet , ITALY ! through every other land 24 CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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alluded amidst amongst ancient Ariosto Arquà ashes beauty blood Boccaccio brow buried bust Cæsar called Certaldo Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE Chioza Cicero Classical Tour Comitium crown Dandolo dead death Dion Doge dust earth edit Egeria Emperor empire eyes fall feel Ficus Ruminalis Flaminius Florence Florentine genius Genoese gladiator glory gondoliers Gualandra hath heart heaven hills Hist honour horses hyæna ibid immortal inscription Italian Italy IVth Canto Julius Cæsar lake lightning Livy memory mind mortal mountains Muses Nardini Nemesis nymph o'er Padua palace pass Petrarch poet Prince quæ repose Roma Roman Rome round ruin Sanguinetto says seems seen shore soul Stanza statue Storia delle arti Suetonius Tasso temple temple of Romulus thee thine thou thought tomb tree triumph valley Venetians Venice Vettor Pisani villa Winkelmann wolf words writer καὶ τε τῷ
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Strana 76 - 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.
Strana 75 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Strana 7 - 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...
Strana 60 - He heard it, but he heeded not— his eyes 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!
Strana 7 - 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...
Strana 33 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss ; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss. And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set...
Strana 8 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy...
Strana 75 - The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals ; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make « Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Strana 36 - 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!
Strana 60 - 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 ! CXLII.