3 edition of Childe Harold"s pilgrimage found in the catalog.
Childe Harold"s pilgrimage
|LC Classifications||PR4357 .A1 1866|
|The Physical Object|
|Pagination||2 p. l., [vii]-x, -258 p.|
|Number of Pages||258|
|LC Control Number||17016132|
Yes, Honour decks the turf that wraps their clay! The people surrounding him cry as they are leaving their loved ones, parents, wives, and families, but Childe feels no sorrow as he was outcast off the society. Writing was the medium to voice the unspoken words of the collective. With diadem hight foolscap, lo! Who round the North for paler dames would seek?
Foul Superstition! He wants to inspire the enslaved on rebellion and change of their conditions. He feels a bit sorry because of his inability to feel. He sailed on the Meditarenian sea from
Let those guns so unerring such vengeance forgo? He stops—he starts—disdaining to decline: Slowly he falls, amidst triumphant cries, Without a groan, without a struggle dies. Whilome upon his banks did legions throng Of Moor and Knight, in mailed splendour drest; Here ceased the swift their race, here sunk the strong; The Paynim turban and the Christian crest Mixed on the bleeding stream, by floating hosts oppressed. Cantos three and four are more concerned with what we do with ourselves. Dear to a heart where nought was left so dear!
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O thou, Parnassus! Full swiftly Harold wends his lonely way Where proud Sevilla triumphs unsubdued: Yet is she free—the spoiler's wished-for prey!
XXVIII Pass we the long, unvarying course, the track Oft trod, that never leaves a trace behind; Pass we the calm, the gale, the change, the tack, And each well-known caprice of wave and wind; Pass we the joys and sorrows sailors find, Coop'd in their winged sea-girt citadel; The foul, the fair, the contrary, the kind, As breezes rise and fall and billows swell, Till on some jocund morn -- lo, land!
He that has sailed upon the dark blue Childe Harolds pilgrimage book, Has viewed at times, I ween, a Childe Harolds pilgrimage book fair sight; When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be, The white sails set, the gallant frigate tight, Masts, spires, and strand retiring Childe Harolds pilgrimage book the right, The glorious main expanding o'er the bow, The convoy spread like wild swans in their flight, The dullest sailer wearing bravely now, So gaily curl the waves before each dashing prow.
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But ne'er didst thou, fair mount, when Greece was young, See round thy giant base a brighter choir; Nor e'er did Delphi, when her priestess sung The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire, Behold a train more fitting to inspire The song of love than Andalusia's maids, Nurst in the glowing lap of soft desire: Ah!
Peace to the perished! This long pauses during making this poem, made the stylistic differences within the four parts outstay even more. Harold is thinking about the glory he once earned and the way it faded seamlessly.
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! Leisure in his youth made him find excitement in other opportunities- raging social life, wild parties, company and scandalous women.
His house, his home, his heritage, his lands, The laughing dames in whom he did delight, Whose large blue eyes, fair locks, and snowy hands, Might shake the saintship of an anchorite, And long had fed his youthful appetite; His goblets brimmed with every costly wine, And all that mote to luxury invite, Without a sigh he left to cross the brine, And traverse Paynim shores, and pass earth's central line.
What marvel if I thus essay to sing? At the end, this attempts also leaves him disappointed, as he was unable of changing the world. Such the ungentle sport that oft invites The Spanish maid, and cheers the Spanish swain: Nurtured in blood betimes, his heart delights In vengeance, gloating on another's pain.
From the dark barriers of that rugged clime, E'en to the centre of Illyria's vales, Childe Harold passed o'er many a mount sublime, Through lands scarce noticed in historic tales: Yet in famed Attica such lovely dales Are rarely seen; nor can fair Tempe boast A charm they know not; loved Parnassus fails, Though classic ground, and consecrated most, To match some spots that lurk within this lowering coast.
Match me those houris, whom ye scarce allow To taste the gale lest Love should ride the wind, With Spain's dark-glancing daughters—deign to know, There your wise Prophet's paradise we find, His black-eyed maids of Heaven, angelically kind.
Where are those bloody banners which of yore Waved o'er thy sons, victorious to the gale, And drove at last the spoilers to their shore? The warrior's weapon and the sophist's stole Are sought in vain, and o'er each mouldering tower, Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.
XCIII Let such approach this consecrated land, And pass in peace along the magic waste; But spare its relics -- let no busy hand Deface the scenes, already how defaced!Aug 12, · A s Byron himself observed, he awoke one morning and found himself famous.
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