The works of ... lord Byron, 第 7-8 卷 |
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... Then came his fit again , which to o'ercome , As eagerly the barr'd - up bird will beat His breast and beak against his wiry dome Till the blood tinge his plumage , so the heat Of his impeded soul would through his boson eat . XVI .
... Then came his fit again , which to o'ercome , As eagerly the barr'd - up bird will beat His breast and beak against his wiry dome Till the blood tinge his plumage , so the heat Of his impeded soul would through his boson eat . XVI .
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... because he deem'd it near , His heart more truly knew that peal too well Which stretch'd his father on a bloody bier , And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell : He rush'd into the field , and , foremost fighting , fell .
... because he deem'd it near , His heart more truly knew that peal too well Which stretch'd his father on a bloody bier , And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell : He rush'd into the field , and , foremost fighting , fell .
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Thy tide wash'd down the blood of yesterday , And all was stainless , and on thy clear stream Glass'd with its dancing light the sunny ray ; But o'er the blakened memory's blighting dream Thy waves would vainly roll , all sweeping as ...
Thy tide wash'd down the blood of yesterday , And all was stainless , and on thy clear stream Glass'd with its dancing light the sunny ray ; But o'er the blakened memory's blighting dream Thy waves would vainly roll , all sweeping as ...
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There , in a moment , we may plunge our years In fatal penitence , and in the blight Of our own soul , turn all our blood to tears , And colour things to come with hues of Night ; The race of life becomes a hopeless flight To those that ...
There , in a moment , we may plunge our years In fatal penitence , and in the blight Of our own soul , turn all our blood to tears , And colour things to come with hues of Night ; The race of life becomes a hopeless flight To those that ...
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... though to drain My blood from out thy being , were an aim , And an attainment , all would be in vain , Still thou would'st love me , still that more than life retain . The child of love , - CXVIII . though born E 2 Canto III .
... though to drain My blood from out thy being , were an aim , And an attainment , all would be in vain , Still thou would'st love me , still that more than life retain . The child of love , - CXVIII . though born E 2 Canto III .
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第 20 頁 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
第 184 頁 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
第 94 頁 - 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...
第 11 頁 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.
第 183 頁 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
第 18 頁 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
第 154 頁 - Oh Love ! no habitant of earth thou art — An unseen seraph, we believe in thee, A faith whose martyrs are the broken heart, But never yet hath seen, nor e'er shall see The naked eye, thy form, as it should be ; The mind hath made thee, as it peopled heaven, Even with its own desiring phantasy, And to a thought such shape and image given, As haunts the unquench'd soul — parch'd — wearied — wrung — and riven.
第 158 頁 - Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument, ' And shadows forth its glory. There is given Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.
第 36 頁 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
第 19 頁 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined: No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
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| 書名 | The works of ... lord Byron, 第 7-8 卷 The works of ... lord Byron, George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| 作者 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) |
| 出版日期 | 1819 |
| 來源： | 牛津大學 |
| 已數位化 | 2006年9月25日 |
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