Journal of the conversations of lord Byron ... in the years 1821 and 18221825 |
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第 vi 頁
... feeling that I have set about executing the task I have undertaken , conscientiously : I mean neither to throw a veil over his errors , nor a gloss over his virtues . My sketch will be an imperfect and a rough one , it is true , but it ...
... feeling that I have set about executing the task I have undertaken , conscientiously : I mean neither to throw a veil over his errors , nor a gloss over his virtues . My sketch will be an imperfect and a rough one , it is true , but it ...
第 vii 頁
... feelings and affections were equally strong . Both demanded continual employment ; and he had an impatience of repose , a " restlessness of rest , " that kept them in constant acti- vity . It is satisfactory too , at least it is some ...
... feelings and affections were equally strong . Both demanded continual employment ; and he had an impatience of repose , a " restlessness of rest , " that kept them in constant acti- vity . It is satisfactory too , at least it is some ...
第 23 頁
... feelings at that time . River * that rollest by the ancient walls Where dwells the lady of my love , when she Walks by the brink , and there perchance recalls A faint and fleeting memory of me : * The Po . What if thy deep and ample ...
... feelings at that time . River * that rollest by the ancient walls Where dwells the lady of my love , when she Walks by the brink , and there perchance recalls A faint and fleeting memory of me : * The Po . What if thy deep and ample ...
第 24 頁
... feelings were and are , thou art ; And such as thou art , were my passions long . Time may have somewhat tamed them , not for ever ; Thou overflow'st thy banks , and not for aye ; Thy bosom overboils , congenial river ! Thy floods ...
... feelings were and are , thou art ; And such as thou art , were my passions long . Time may have somewhat tamed them , not for ever ; Thou overflow'st thy banks , and not for aye ; Thy bosom overboils , congenial river ! Thy floods ...
第 29 頁
... feeling here as " in the North . It is the business , the seri- " ous occupation of their lives ; it is a want , 66 a necessity . Somebody properly defines a 66 woman , a creature that loves . ' They die " of love ; particularly the ...
... feeling here as " in the North . It is the business , the seri- " ous occupation of their lives ; it is a want , 66 a necessity . Somebody properly defines a 66 woman , a creature that loves . ' They die " of love ; particularly the ...
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第 146 頁 - He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him ; nor below Can love, or sorrow, fame, ambition, strife...
第 157 頁 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
第 118 頁 - The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played.
第 251 頁 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
第 156 頁 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And -we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
第 158 頁 - We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
第 116 頁 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
第 79 頁 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...