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... Spain and Portugal were composed from the author's observations in those countries . Thus much it may be necessary to state for the correctness of the descriptions . The scenes attempted to be sketched are in Spain , Portugal , Epirus ...
... Spain and Portugal were composed from the author's observations in those countries . Thus much it may be necessary to state for the correctness of the descriptions . The scenes attempted to be sketched are in Spain , Portugal , Epirus ...
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... Spain's realms appear whereon her shepherds tend Flocks whose rich fleece right well the trader knows-- Now must the pastor's arms his lambs defend : For Spain is compass'd by unyielding foes , And all must shield their all , or share ...
... Spain's realms appear whereon her shepherds tend Flocks whose rich fleece right well the trader knows-- Now must the pastor's arms his lambs defend : For Spain is compass'd by unyielding foes , And all must shield their all , or share ...
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... Spain ! renown'd , romantic land ! Where is that standard which Pelagio bore , When Cava's traitor - sire first call'd the band That dy'd thy mountain streams with Gothic gore ? Where are those bloody banners which of yore Wav'd o'er ...
... Spain ! renown'd , romantic land ! Where is that standard which Pelagio bore , When Cava's traitor - sire first call'd the band That dy'd thy mountain streams with Gothic gore ? Where are those bloody banners which of yore Wav'd o'er ...
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... Spain ! awake ! advance ! Lo ! Chivalry , your ancient goddess , cries , But wields not , as of old , her thirsty lance , Nor shakes her crimson plumage in the skies : Now on the smoke of blazing bolts she flies , And speaks in thunder ...
... Spain ! awake ! advance ! Lo ! Chivalry , your ancient goddess , cries , But wields not , as of old , her thirsty lance , Nor shakes her crimson plumage in the skies : Now on the smoke of blazing bolts she flies , And speaks in thunder ...
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... Spain , Albion , Victory ! The foe , the victim , and the fond ally That fights for all , but ever fights in vain , Are met - as if at home they could not die- To feed the crow on Talavera's plain , And fertilize the field that each ...
... Spain , Albion , Victory ! The foe , the victim , and the fond ally That fights for all , but ever fights in vain , Are met - as if at home they could not die- To feed the crow on Talavera's plain , And fertilize the field that each ...
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Expressions et termes fréquents
Acarnania Albania Ali Pacha amongst ancient Arnaout Athens aught beautiful behold beneath bosom breast Caimacam charms Childe Harold Childe Harold's Pilgrimage clime Constantinople Coray dark dear deem'd dread earth Epirus ev'n fair feel French gaze Greece Greeks hath heart honour hope hour land Leander live lonely Lord LORD BYRON lov'd maid mountains ne'er never o'er once Pacha pass'd Poem Pouqueville rock Romaic scene shore shrine sigh slave smile song sooth soul Spain Stanza sweet tear thee thine thing Thornton thou art thou hast translation Turkish Turks wave weep youth Zitza ἀγαπῶ ἂν Ας δὲ δὲν δὲν εἶναι Διὰ νὰ εἶναι εἰς τὴν εἰς τὸ Ἑλλήνων ἐν ἕνα ἡμεῖς ἦν θέλει Θηβαῖος καὶ κὴ με νὰ οἱ πῶς σᾶς σε τὰ τὰς τῇ τῆς τὸ τὸν τῶν ὡς
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Page 68 - Look on its broken arch, its ruin'd wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul: Yes, this was once Ambition's airy hall, The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul...
Page 14 - A few short hours, and he will rise To give the morrow birth; And I shall hail the main and skies, But not my mother earth. Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall, My dog howls at the gate. »Come hither, hither, my little page: Why dost thou weep and wail? Or dost thou dread the billows' rage, Or tremble at the gale?
Page 23 - Here didst thou dwell, here schemes of pleasure plan, Beneath yon mountain's ever beauteous brow, But now, as if a thing unblest by Man, Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou! Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls deserted, portals gaping wide ; Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom, how Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied ; Swept into wrecks anon by Time's ungentle tide.
Page 222 - In vain my lyre would lightly breathe! The smile that sorrow fain would wear But mocks the woe that lurks beneath, Like roses o'er a sepulchre. Though gay companions o'er the bowl Dispel awhile the sense of ill: Though pleasure fires the maddening soul, The heart — the heart is lonely still!
Page 77 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 231 - As once I wept, if I could weep My tears might well be shed, To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed; To gaze, how fondly ! on thy face, To fold thee in a faint embrace, Uphold thy drooping head; And show that love, however vain, Nor thou nor I can feel again.
Page 105 - Fair Greece ! sad relic of departed worth ! Immortal, though no more ; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scatter'd children forth, And long accustom'd bondage uncreate ? Not such thy sons who whilome did await. The hopeless warriors of a willing doom. In bleak Thermopylae's sepulchral strait — Oh ! who that gallant spirit shall resume, Leap from Eurota's banks, and call thee from the tomb ? LXXIV.
Page 203 - The whole distance, from the place whence we started to our landing on the other side, including the length we were carried by the current, was computed by those on board the frigate at upwards of four English miles, though the actual breadth is barely one. The rapidity of the current is such that no boat can row directly across...
Page 21 - Lo ! Cintra's glorious Eden intervenes In variegated maze of mount and glen. Ah, me ! what hand can pencil guide, or pen, To follow half on which the eye dilates Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken Than those whereof such things the bard relates, Who to the awe-struck world unlock'd Elysium's gates?
Page 230 - Shall never more be thine. The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep ; Nor need I to repine, That all those charms have pass'd away I might have watch'd through long decay.