 Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found! Rock, river, forest, mountain all abound, And bluest skies that harmonize the whole : Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volumed cataract...  The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Childe Harold - Página 89por George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | 1812 - 708 páginas
...ground ! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are fouqd ! Rock, river, forest, mountain, all abound, And bluest...volumed cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, thatihock yet please the soul, ' Amidst the grove that crowns yon tufted hill, Which, were it not for... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1812 - 314 páginas
...ground ! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found ! Rock, river, forest, mountain, all abound, And bluest...the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volum'd cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul. 84 XLVIII.... | |
 | 1812 - 528 páginas
...ground ! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found ! Rock, river, forest, mountain, all abound, And bluest...the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volum'd cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.'' We will now... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - 510 páginas
...holy ground! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found ! Rock, river, forest, mountain, all abound, And bluest...the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volum'd cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul. XLVIII. Amidst... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - 506 páginas
...ground ! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found ! Rock, river, forest, mountain, all abound, And bluest...the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volum'd cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet-please the soul. XLV1II. Amidst... | |
 | Anonymous - 1812 - 512 páginas
...skies that harmonize the whole : Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volum'd cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul. XLV1II. Amidst the grove that crowns yon tufted hill, Which, were it not for many a mountain nigh Rising... | |
 | Frederick Sylvester North Douglas - 1813 - 222 páginas
...Meteora and the towns of Triccala and Larissa were in our road; and having visited Tempe,-j~ and the re" And bluest skies that harmonize the whole. " Beneath,...those hanging rocks that shock yet please the soul." Childe Harold, Cant. 2, St. 4?. * Upon Pindus the road became so bad that one of our party was obliged... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815 - 334 páginas
...holy ground! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found ! Rock, river, forest, mountain, all abound, ' And bluest...the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volum'd cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yetplease the soul. XLIX. Amidst... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815 - 248 páginas
...ground ! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magie eharms are found ! Roek, river, forest, mountain, all abound, And bluest skies...the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volum'd eataraet doth roll Between those hanging roeks, that shoek yet please the soul. XLIX. Amidst... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 174 páginas
...ground ! Where'er we gaze, around , above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are fpuud ? Rock, river, forest, mountain, all abound, And bluest...those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul. Amidst the grove that crowns yon tufted hill , Which, were it not for many a mountain nigh Rising in... | |
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