Lord Byron's Works ...F. Louis, 1821 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 40 筆
第 24 頁
... dream alone . Can despots compass aught that hails their sway ? Or call with truth one span of earth their own , Save that wherein at last they crumble bone by bone ? XLIII . Oh , Albuera ! glorious field of grief ! As o'er thy plain ...
... dream alone . Can despots compass aught that hails their sway ? Or call with truth one span of earth their own , Save that wherein at last they crumble bone by bone ? XLIII . Oh , Albuera ! glorious field of grief ! As o'er thy plain ...
第 37 頁
... dream ; But now his wayward bosom was unmoved , For not yet had he drunk of Lethe's stream ; And lately had he learned with truth to deem Love has no gift so grateful as his wings : How fair , how young , how soft soe'er he seem , Full ...
... dream ; But now his wayward bosom was unmoved , For not yet had he drunk of Lethe's stream ; And lately had he learned with truth to deem Love has no gift so grateful as his wings : How fair , how young , how soft soe'er he seem , Full ...
第 39 頁
... dream , And neʼer , at least like me , awake ! 8 . Through many a clime ' tis mine to go , With many a retrospection curst , And all my solace is to know Whate'er betides , I've known the worst . 9 . What is that worst ? Nay do not ask ...
... dream , And neʼer , at least like me , awake ! 8 . Through many a clime ' tis mine to go , With many a retrospection curst , And all my solace is to know Whate'er betides , I've known the worst . 9 . What is that worst ? Nay do not ask ...
第 42 頁
... dreams deny me not to see thee here ! And morn in secret shall renew the tear Of consciousness awaking to her woes , And Fancy hover o'er thy bloodless bier , Till my frail frame return to whence it rose , And mourned and mourner lie ...
... dreams deny me not to see thee here ! And morn in secret shall renew the tear Of consciousness awaking to her woes , And Fancy hover o'er thy bloodless bier , Till my frail frame return to whence it rose , And mourned and mourner lie ...
第 43 頁
... dream of things that were : First in the race that led to Glory's goal , They won , and passed away - is this the whole ? A school - boy's tale , the wonder of an hour ! The warrior's weapon and the sophist's stole Are sought in vain ...
... dream of things that were : First in the race that led to Glory's goal , They won , and passed away - is this the whole ? A school - boy's tale , the wonder of an hour ! The warrior's weapon and the sophist's stole Are sought in vain ...
常見字詞
ABBOT OF SAINT Albania Alhama art thou ASTARTE beauty behold beneath blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow Cavalier Servente CHAMOIS HUNTER charm Childe Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE clouds cold courser dare dark dead death deemed deep dost doth dread dream dust dwell earth eyes fair fame fear feel gaze Giaour glory glow grave Greece hand hast hath heart heaven hope hour hues Idlesse immortal land light limbs live lone look MANFRED Mazeppa mighty mind mingling mortal mountains ne'er never night nought o'er once pang pass Pindus rock round SAINT MAURICE scarce scene shine shore SIEGE OF CORINTH sigh silent skies smile song soul spirit star steed stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thousand throne tomb twas Venice voice walls wandering waves wild wind youth
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第 179 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 225 頁 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
第 218 頁 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
第 120 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 167 頁 - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday— All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
第 181 頁 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless...
第 88 頁 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's magnificently stern array!
第 105 頁 - When elements to elements conform. And dust is as it should be, shall I not Feel all I see, less dazzling, but more warm ? The bodiless thought?
第 128 頁 - Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree ; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste More rich than other climes' fertility ; Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
第 99 頁 - twere anew, the gaps of centuries ; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old, — The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.