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... stanza of Spenser , according to one of our most success- ful poets , admits of every variety . Dr. Beattie makes the following observation : " Not long ago I began a poem in the style and stanza of Spenser , in which I propose to give ...
... stanza of Spenser , according to one of our most success- ful poets , admits of every variety . Dr. Beattie makes the following observation : " Not long ago I began a poem in the style and stanza of Spenser , in which I propose to give ...
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... - shell ; Farewell ! with him alone may rest the pain , If such there were - with you , the moral of his strain ! END OF CANTO THE FOURTH . NOTES . CANTO THE FIRST . STANZA I. Yes ! CANTO IV . ] CHILDE HAROLD'S PLAIME.
... - shell ; Farewell ! with him alone may rest the pain , If such there were - with you , the moral of his strain ! END OF CANTO THE FOURTH . NOTES . CANTO THE FIRST . STANZA I. Yes ! CANTO IV . ] CHILDE HAROLD'S PLAIME.
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... STANZA I. Yes ! sigh'd o'er Delphi's long - deserted shrine , THE little village of Castri stands partly on the site of Delphi . Along the path of the mountain , from Chrysso , are the remains of sepulchres hewn in and from the rock ...
... STANZA I. Yes ! sigh'd o'er Delphi's long - deserted shrine , THE little village of Castri stands partly on the site of Delphi . Along the path of the mountain , from Chrysso , are the remains of sepulchres hewn in and from the rock ...
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... STANZA XXIV . Behold the hall where chiefs were late convened ! The Convention of Cintra was signed in the palace of the Marchese Marialva . The late exploits of Lord Wellington have effaced the follies of Cintra . He has , indeed ...
... STANZA XXIV . Behold the hall where chiefs were late convened ! The Convention of Cintra was signed in the palace of the Marchese Marialva . The late exploits of Lord Wellington have effaced the follies of Cintra . He has , indeed ...
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... STANZA L. Bears in his cap the badge of crimson hue , Which tells you whom to shun and whom to greet : The red cockade with " Fernando Septimo " in the centre . STANZA LI . The ball - piled pyramid , the ever - blazing match , All who ...
... STANZA L. Bears in his cap the badge of crimson hue , Which tells you whom to shun and whom to greet : The red cockade with " Fernando Septimo " in the centre . STANZA LI . The ball - piled pyramid , the ever - blazing match , All who ...
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Сторінка 84 - 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...
Сторінка 122 - Alas, the lofty city ! and alas, The trebly hundred triumphs ! and the day When Brutus made the dagger's edge surpass The conqueror's sword in bearing fame away ! Alas for Tully's voice, and Virgil's lay, And Livy's pictured page ! But these shall be Her resurrection ; all beside— decay. Alas, for Earth, for never shall we see That brightness in her eye she bore when Rome was free ! LXXXIII.
Сторінка 83 - 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...
Сторінка 85 - 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!
Сторінка 69 - But hark ! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, 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...
Сторінка 68 - 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...
Сторінка 83 - 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.
Сторінка 41 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
Сторінка 66 - Yet must I think less wildly : — I have thought Too long and darkly, till my brain became, In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought, A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame : And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame, My springs of life were poison'd.
Сторінка 144 - 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.