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... past pleasures and disappointment in new ones , and that even the beauties of nature , and the stimulus of travel ( except ambition , the most powerful of all excitements ) , are lost on a soul so constituted , or rather misdirected ...
... past pleasures and disappointment in new ones , and that even the beauties of nature , and the stimulus of travel ( except ambition , the most powerful of all excitements ) , are lost on a soul so constituted , or rather misdirected ...
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... past - he sinks upon the sand ! I LXXIX . Where his vast neck just mingles with the spine , Sheathed in his form the deadly weapon lies . He stops he starts - disdaining to decline : Slowly he falls , amidst triumphant cries , Without a ...
... past - he sinks upon the sand ! I LXXIX . Where his vast neck just mingles with the spine , Sheathed in his form the deadly weapon lies . He stops he starts - disdaining to decline : Slowly he falls , amidst triumphant cries , Without a ...
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... past , Revel and feast assumed the rule again : Now all was bustle , and the menial train Prepared and spread the plenteous board within ; The vacant gallery now seem'd made in vain , But from the chambers came the mingling din , As ...
... past , Revel and feast assumed the rule again : Now all was bustle , and the menial train Prepared and spread the plenteous board within ; The vacant gallery now seem'd made in vain , But from the chambers came the mingling din , As ...
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... past Shall pilgrims , pensive , but unwearied , throng ; Long shall the voyager , with th ' Ionian blast , Hail the bright clime of battle and of song ; Long shall thine annals and immortal tongue Fill with thy fame the youth of many a ...
... past Shall pilgrims , pensive , but unwearied , throng ; Long shall the voyager , with th ' Ionian blast , Hail the bright clime of battle and of song ; Long shall thine annals and immortal tongue Fill with thy fame the youth of many a ...
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... past , And the spell closes with its silent seal . Long absent HAROLD re - appears at last ; He of the breast which fain no more would feel , Wrung with the wounds which kill not , but ne'er Yet Time , who changes all , had alter'd him ...
... past , And the spell closes with its silent seal . Long absent HAROLD re - appears at last ; He of the breast which fain no more would feel , Wrung with the wounds which kill not , but ne'er Yet Time , who changes all , had alter'd him ...
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Page 61 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime, 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.
Page 60 - 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, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Page 61 - Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they ? 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
Page 30 - 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!' XXVI And wild and high the 'Cameron's Gathering
Page 60 - 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, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet can not all conceal.
Page 60 - 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.
Page 30 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Page 45 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night; Sunset divides the sky with her; a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be, — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, — Where the Day joins the past Eternity, While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest!
Page 30 - 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...
Page 60 - 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.