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... fame , And had beeu glorious in another day : But one sad losel soils a name for aye , However mighty in the olden time , Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay , Nor florid prose , nor honied lies of rbyme , Can blazon evil deeds ...
... fame , And had beeu glorious in another day : But one sad losel soils a name for aye , However mighty in the olden time , Nor all that heralds rake from coffin'd clay , Nor florid prose , nor honied lies of rbyme , Can blazon evil deeds ...
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... fame , By foes in fight o'erthrown , yet victors here , [ year ? Where Scorn her finger points through many a coming XXVII . So deem'd the Childe , as o'er the mountain he Did take his way in solitary guise : Sweet was the scene , yet ...
... fame , By foes in fight o'erthrown , yet victors here , [ year ? Where Scorn her finger points through many a coming XXVII . So deem'd the Childe , as o'er the mountain he Did take his way in solitary guise : Sweet was the scene , yet ...
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... fame ; Fame that will scarce reanimate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name In sooth ' twere sad to thwart their noble aim Who strike , blest hirelings for their country's good , And die , that living might have ...
... fame ; Fame that will scarce reanimate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name In sooth ' twere sad to thwart their noble aim Who strike , blest hirelings for their country's good , And die , that living might have ...
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... Fame : but Britons rarely swerve [ nerve . From Law , however stern , which tends their strength to XX . Blow ! swiftly blow , thou keel - compelling gale ! Till the broad sun withdraws his lessening ray ; Then must the pennant - bearer ...
... Fame : but Britons rarely swerve [ nerve . From Law , however stern , which tends their strength to XX . Blow ! swiftly blow , thou keel - compelling gale ! Till the broad sun withdraws his lessening ray ; Then must the pennant - bearer ...
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... fame The Battle - field , where Persia's victim horde First bowed beneath the brunt of Hellas ' sword , As on the morn to distant Glory dear , When Marathon became a magic word ; ( 39 ) Which utter'd , to the hearer's eye appear The ...
... fame The Battle - field , where Persia's victim horde First bowed beneath the brunt of Hellas ' sword , As on the morn to distant Glory dear , When Marathon became a magic word ; ( 39 ) Which utter'd , to the hearer's eye appear The ...
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Albanian Arqua Athens aught Aventicum beauty behold beneath bleed blood bosom Brasidas breast breath brow CANTO charms Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clime clouds dark dear deeds deem deem'd deep desolate didst dome dost doth dread dream dust dwell earth Epirus fair fame fate feel foes gainst gaze Giaour glorious Glory glow grave Greece hand hath heart heaven hills hope hour Hyæna Idlesse immortal Italy land light lone lord Lord Elgin lov'd lyre Macedon maid mighty mind mortal mountains Nature's ne'er night o'er once pass'd passion Pindus plain poison'd pride proud racter Rhine roar rock Rome ruin scene shore shrine sigh skies slaves smile song sought soul Spain spirit stand star stern stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought throne tomb tyrants Venice walls waves ween wild wind woes young youth
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Page 156 - His steps are not upon thy paths, - thy fields Are not a spoil for him, - thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: - there let him lay.
Page 248 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, 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...
Page 157 - 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 149 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone — with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook His former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in His honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.
Page 97 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and' far delight,— A portion of the tempest and of thee...
Page 244 - Where rose the mountains, there to him were friends; Where roll'd the ocean, thereon was his home; Where a blue sky, and glowing clime, extends, He had the passion and the power to roam; The desert, forest, cavern, breaker's foam, Were unto him companionship; they spake A mutual language, clearer than the tome Of his land's tongue, which he would oft forsake For Nature's pages glass'd by sunbeams on the lake.
Page 118 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Page 97 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder!
Page 155 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar : I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Page 96 - Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires,— 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.