Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: And Other Romantic Poems |
From inside the book
Results 1-3 of 79
Page 165
... feel our way to err : The ocean hath his chart , the stars their map , And Knowledge spreads them on her ample lap ; But Rome is as the desert , where we steer Stumbling o'er recollections ; now we clap Our hands , and cry " Eureka ...
... feel our way to err : The ocean hath his chart , the stars their map , And Knowledge spreads them on her ample lap ; But Rome is as the desert , where we steer Stumbling o'er recollections ; now we clap Our hands , and cry " Eureka ...
Page 274
... feel for men . He turn'd his eye on Kaled , ever near , And still too faithful to betray one fear ; Perchance ' twas but the moon's dim twilight threw Along his aspect an unwonted hue 985 990 995 Of mournful paleness , whose deep tint ...
... feel for men . He turn'd his eye on Kaled , ever near , And still too faithful to betray one fear ; Perchance ' twas but the moon's dim twilight threw Along his aspect an unwonted hue 985 990 995 Of mournful paleness , whose deep tint ...
Page 359
... feel me with thine eye As a thing that , though unseen , Must be near thee , and hath been ; And when in that secret dread Thou hast turn'd around thy head , Thou shalt marvel I am not As thy shadow on the spot , 210 215 And the power ...
... feel me with thine eye As a thing that , though unseen , Must be near thee , and hath been ; And when in that secret dread Thou hast turn'd around thy head , Thou shalt marvel I am not As thy shadow on the spot , 210 215 And the power ...
Other editions - View all
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: And Other Romantic Poems George Gordon Byron Baron Byron No preview available - 1936 |
Common terms and phrases
Abbot Abel Adah Albania Astarte aught Augusta Leigh beautiful behold beneath blood bosom breast breath brow Byron Byronic hero Cain canto Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clime dare dark dead death deep didst Don Juan dost doth dread dream dust dwell earth eternal fair fame fear feel gaze Giaour glory grave Greece hath heart heaven Hobhouse hope hour immortal knew Lara Lara's Letters and Journals live lone look Lord Lord Byron Lucifer Manfred Mazeppa mind mortal mountains ne'er never night nought o'er once Paradise Parisina pass'd passion Paul Elmer poem poet poetry Prisoner of Chillon romantic satiric scarce scene seem'd shore sigh smile soul spirit stanzas star sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tomb twas Vathek Venice voice wave wild words youth ΙΟ