Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt, 第 1 卷J. Murray, 1837 - 329 頁 |
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... bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native Land · - Good Night ! " 3 [ From the following passage in a letter to Mr ...
... bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native Land · - Good Night ! " 3 [ From the following passage in a letter to Mr ...
第 27 頁
... bears such marks of originality , that those who have visited the East will find some difficulty in believing it to be more than a translation . As an eastern tale , even Rasselas must bow before it ; his happy valley ' will not bear a ...
... bears such marks of originality , that those who have visited the East will find some difficulty in believing it to be more than a translation . As an eastern tale , even Rasselas must bow before it ; his happy valley ' will not bear a ...
第 42 頁
... Bears in his cap the badge of crimson hue , 1 Which tells you whom to shun and whom to greet : Woe to the man that walks in public view , Without of loyalty this token true : Sharp is the knife , and sudden is the stroke ; And sorely ...
... Bears in his cap the badge of crimson hue , 1 Which tells you whom to shun and whom to greet : Woe to the man that walks in public view , Without of loyalty this token true : Sharp is the knife , and sudden is the stroke ; And sorely ...
第 45 頁
... bears his touch : 1 Her lips , whose kisses pout to leave their nest , Bid man be valiant ere he merit such : Her glance how wildly beautiful ! how much Hath Phoebus woo'd in vain to spoil her cheek , Which glows yet smoother from his ...
... bears his touch : 1 Her lips , whose kisses pout to leave their nest , Bid man be valiant ere he merit such : Her glance how wildly beautiful ! how much Hath Phoebus woo'd in vain to spoil her cheek , Which glows yet smoother from his ...
第 48 頁
... bear ; Yield me one leaf of Daphne's deathless plant , 1 Nor let thy votary's hope be deem'd an idle vaunt . LXIV . But ne'er didst thou , fair Mount ! when Greece was young , See round thy giant base a brighter choir , Nor e'er did ...
... bear ; Yield me one leaf of Daphne's deathless plant , 1 Nor let thy votary's hope be deem'd an idle vaunt . LXIV . But ne'er didst thou , fair Mount ! when Greece was young , See round thy giant base a brighter choir , Nor e'er did ...
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第 245 頁 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
第 127 頁 - 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...
第 124 頁 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd 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 look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
第 247 頁 - twas a pleasing fear; For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane, — as I do here.
第 158 頁 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
第 155 頁 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
第 230 頁 - And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not— his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
第 115 頁 - Is THY face like thy mother's, my fair child! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
第 153 頁 - This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved. t-XXXVI. It is the hush of night...
第 208 頁 - 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...