The Works of Lord Byron: Childe Harold's pilgrimageJohn Murray, 1821 |
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... Flaminius to move from Arezzo . On his left , and in front of him , is a ridge of hills , bending down towards the lake of Thrasimene , called by Livy " montes Cortonenses , " and now named the Gualandra . These hills he approaches at ...
... Flaminius to move from Arezzo . On his left , and in front of him , is a ridge of hills , bending down towards the lake of Thrasimene , called by Livy " montes Cortonenses , " and now named the Gualandra . These hills he approaches at ...
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... in Livy : he talks of hills to the right and left of the pass and valley ; but when Flaminius entered he had the lake at the right of both . this spot he despatched his Balearic and light - armed 234 NOTES TO THE FOURTH CANTO OF.
... in Livy : he talks of hills to the right and left of the pass and valley ; but when Flaminius entered he had the lake at the right of both . this spot he despatched his Balearic and light - armed 234 NOTES TO THE FOURTH CANTO OF.
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... Flaminius came to the lake near Borghetto at sunset ; and , without sending any spies before him , marched through the pass the next morning before the day had quite broken , so that he perceived nothing of the horse and light troops ...
... Flaminius came to the lake near Borghetto at sunset ; and , without sending any spies before him , marched through the pass the next morning before the day had quite broken , so that he perceived nothing of the horse and light troops ...
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... Flaminius was the signal for a general dispersion . The Car- thaginian horse then burst in upon the fugitives , and the lake , the marsh about Borghetto , but chiefly the plain of the San- guinetto and the passes of the Gualandra , were ...
... Flaminius was the signal for a general dispersion . The Car- thaginian horse then burst in upon the fugitives , and the lake , the marsh about Borghetto , but chiefly the plain of the San- guinetto and the passes of the Gualandra , were ...
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... Flaminius Vacca , and it may be added to his mention of it that Pope Julius III . gave the contending owners five hundred crowns for the statue ; and presented it to Cardinal Capo di Ferro , who had prevented the judgment of Solomon ...
... Flaminius Vacca , and it may be added to his mention of it that Pope Julius III . gave the contending owners five hundred crowns for the statue ; and presented it to Cardinal Capo di Ferro , who had prevented the judgment of Solomon ...
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Page 91 - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Page 20 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 92 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers : And such she was ; — her daughters had their dowers From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East Pour'd in her lap all gems in sparkling showers. In purple was she robed, and of her feast Monarchs partook, and deem'd their dignity increased.
Page 132 - 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!
Page 127 - Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death-bed, and, unworn Its steady dyes, while all around is torn By the distracted waters, bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn : Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene, Love watching Madness with unalterable mien.
Page 104 - 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 96 - Meantime I seek no sympathies, nor need ; The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted, — they have torn me — and I bleed : I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.
Page 56 - Now, where the quick Rhone thus hath cleft his way, The mightiest of the storms hath ta'en his stand : For here, not one, but many make their play, And fling their thunder-bolts from hand to hand, Flashing and cast around : of all the band, The brightest through these parted hills hath fork'd His lightnings, — as if he did understand, That in such gaps as desolation work'd, There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurk'd.
Page 112 - God ! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely or more powerful, and couldst claim Thy right, and awe the robbers back, who press To shed thy blood, and drink the tears of thy distress...
Page 44 - Or the pure bosom of its nursing lake, Which feeds it as a mother who doth make A fair but froward infant her own care, Kissing its cries away as these awake; — Is it not better thus our lives to wear, Than join the crushing crowd, doom'd to inflict or bear?