Byron's Childe Harold (canto IV): Prisoner of Chillon and Other SelectionsAmerican Book Company, 1911 - 170 páginas |
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... bound , And rushed to him : -I found him not , I only stirred in this black spot , I only lived , I only drew The accursed breath of dungeon dew ; 3 The last , the sole , the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink , lines on ...
... bound , And rushed to him : -I found him not , I only stirred in this black spot , I only lived , I only drew The accursed breath of dungeon dew ; 3 The last , the sole , the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink , lines on ...
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... bound me to my failing race , Was broken in this fatal place . One on the earth , and one beneath 1— My brothers - both had ceased to breathe : I took that hand which lay so still , Alas ! my own was full as chill ; I had not strength ...
... bound me to my failing race , Was broken in this fatal place . One on the earth , and one beneath 1— My brothers - both had ceased to breathe : I took that hand which lay so still , Alas ! my own was full as chill ; I had not strength ...
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... bound naked on the back of an unbroken horse and left to his fate in the wilderness . The horse , which was from the Ukraine , returned thither of its own accord , carrying Mazeppa half dead from exposure , exhaustion and hunger . Some ...
... bound naked on the back of an unbroken horse and left to his fate in the wilderness . The horse , which was from the Ukraine , returned thither of its own accord , carrying Mazeppa half dead from exposure , exhaustion and hunger . Some ...
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... bound to the back of a wild horse , he cast his lot among the Cossacks , a warlike people inhabiting the steppes of that part of Russia lying in the valley of the lower Don and of the Dneiper . He was appointed hetman or chief of the ...
... bound to the back of a wild horse , he cast his lot among the Cossacks , a warlike people inhabiting the steppes of that part of Russia lying in the valley of the lower Don and of the Dneiper . He was appointed hetman or chief of the ...
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... thus it was , That she was pensive , nor perceived Her occupation , nor was grieved Nor glad to lose or gain ; but still 250 Play'd on for hours , as if her will Yet bound her to the place , though not That 42 LORD BYRON .
... thus it was , That she was pensive , nor perceived Her occupation , nor was grieved Nor glad to lose or gain ; but still 250 Play'd on for hours , as if her will Yet bound her to the place , though not That 42 LORD BYRON .
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Bards battle of Pultowa beauty beheld beneath blood Boccaccio born breast breath bright brow Byron Cæsar Canto chain Childe Harold Childe Harold's Pilgrimage clay cloud cold Cossack courser dark dead death deemed deep died divine dost doth dread dungeon dust dwell earth Egeria eternal eyes fame feel fettered foam gaze glory grave Greece Greek hath heart heaven Hetman hope horse hour immortal Italy king lake limbs literary Lord Mazeppa mighty mind monarch mother mountain Nature's Newstead Abbey night o'er ocean once pain Perchance Petrarch poem poet poetry Prisoner of Chillon proud Roman Rome round ruin Samian wine shore sigh sire skies smile song soul spirit stanzas star steed sword tears thee thine things thou thought thousand throne tomb TOZER tree twas tyrant Ukraine Venice walls waters waves wild wind woes youth ΙΟ
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Página 155 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships by thousands lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day, And when the sun set, where were they?
Página 74 - 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.— But hark!
Página 151 - Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of Eternity, the throne Of the invisible,— even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 151 - The armaments which thunderstrike 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.
Página 75 - 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; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Página 84 - 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...
Página 150 - 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...
Página 137 - Were with his heart, and that was far away. He recked 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, Butchered to make a Roman holiday!
Página 17 - Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar; for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard! — May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Página 152 - 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.