The works of ... lord Byron, 第 7-8 卷 |
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Yet , though a dreary strain , to this I cling ; So that it wean me from the weary dream Of selfish grief or gladness - so it fling Forgetfulness around me - it shall seem To me , though to none else , a not ungrateful theme .
Yet , though a dreary strain , to this I cling ; So that it wean me from the weary dream Of selfish grief or gladness - so it fling Forgetfulness around me - it shall seem To me , though to none else , a not ungrateful theme .
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... Nor its fair promise from the surface mow With the sharp scythe of conflict , then to see Thy valley of sweet waters , were to know Earth paved like Heaven ; and to seem such to me Even now what wants thy stream ?
... Nor its fair promise from the surface mow With the sharp scythe of conflict , then to see Thy valley of sweet waters , were to know Earth paved like Heaven ; and to seem such to me Even now what wants thy stream ?
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And he had learn'd to love , I know not why , ― For this in such as him seems strange of mood , The helpless looks of blooming infancy Even in its earliest nurture ; what subdued , To change like this , a mind so far imbued With scorn ...
And he had learn'd to love , I know not why , ― For this in such as him seems strange of mood , The helpless looks of blooming infancy Even in its earliest nurture ; what subdued , To change like this , a mind so far imbued With scorn ...
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But his was not the love of living dame , Nor of the dead who rise upon our dreams , But of ideal beauty , which became In him existence , and o'erflowing teems Along his burning page , distempered though it seems . - LXXIX .
But his was not the love of living dame , Nor of the dead who rise upon our dreams , But of ideal beauty , which became In him existence , and o'erflowing teems Along his burning page , distempered though it seems . - LXXIX .
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There seems a floating whisper on the hill , But that is fancy , for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil , Weeping themselves away , thill they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues . LXXXVIII .
There seems a floating whisper on the hill , But that is fancy , for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil , Weeping themselves away , thill they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues . LXXXVIII .
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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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