The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Childe HaroldJohn Murray, 1817 |
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... late been straying , Though Beauty long hath there been matchless deemed ; Not in those visions to the heart displaying Forms which it sighs but to have only dreamed , Hath aught like thee in truth or fancy seemed : Nor , having seen ...
... late been straying , Though Beauty long hath there been matchless deemed ; Not in those visions to the heart displaying Forms which it sighs but to have only dreamed , Hath aught like thee in truth or fancy seemed : Nor , having seen ...
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... late saw streaming o'er . For pleasures past I do not grieve , Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear . VOL . I. 9 . " And now I'm in the world alone Canto I. 17 PILGRIMAGE .
... late saw streaming o'er . For pleasures past I do not grieve , Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear . VOL . I. 9 . " And now I'm in the world alone Canto I. 17 PILGRIMAGE .
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... , portals gaping wide : Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom , how Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied ; Swept into wrecks anon by Time's ungentle tide ! XXIV . 4 Behold the hall where chiefs were late Canto I. 23 PILGRIMAGE .
... , portals gaping wide : Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom , how Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied ; Swept into wrecks anon by Time's ungentle tide ! XXIV . 4 Behold the hall where chiefs were late Canto I. 23 PILGRIMAGE .
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. XXIV . 4 Behold the hall where chiefs were late convened ! 1 Oh ! dome displeasing unto British eye ! With diadem hight foolscap , lo ! a fiend , A little fiend that scoffs incessantly , There sits in ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. XXIV . 4 Behold the hall where chiefs were late convened ! 1 Oh ! dome displeasing unto British eye ! With diadem hight foolscap , lo ! a fiend , A little fiend that scoffs incessantly , There sits in ...
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... late so free as Spanish girls were seen , ( Ere War uprose in his volcanic rage ) , With braided tresses bounding o'er the green , While on the gay dance shone Night's lover - loving Queen ? LXXXII . Oh ! many a time , and oft 52 Canto ...
... late so free as Spanish girls were seen , ( Ere War uprose in his volcanic rage ) , With braided tresses bounding o'er the green , While on the gay dance shone Night's lover - loving Queen ? LXXXII . Oh ! many a time , and oft 52 Canto ...
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第 68 頁 - Look on its broken arch, its ruin'd wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul : Yes, this was once Ambition's airy hall, The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul: Behold through each lack-lustre, eyeless hole, The gay recess of Wisdom and of Wit And Passion's host, that never brook'd control : Can all saint, sage, or sophist ever writ, People this lonely tower, this tenement refit ? VII. Well didst thou speak, Athena's wisest son ! "All that we know is, nothing can be known.
第 128 頁 - Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn.
第 32 頁 - By Heaven ! it is a splendid sight to see (For one who hath no friend, no brother there) Their rival scarfs of mix'd embroidery, Their various arms that glitter in the air ! What gallant war-hounds rouse them from their lair, And gnash their fangs, loud yelling for the prey ! All join the chase, but few the triumph share ; The Grave shall bear the chiefest prize away, And Havoc scarce for joy can number their array.
第 127 頁 - Eximia veste et victu convivia, ludi, pocula crebra, unguenta coronae serta parantur, nequiquam, quoniam medio de fonte leporum surgit amari aliquid quod in ipsis floribus angat...
第 130 頁 - Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven As make the angels weep.
第 105 頁 - Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scattered children forth, And long accustomed bondage uncreate?
第 31 頁 - Lo! where the Giant on the mountain stands, His blood-red tresses deep'ning in the sun, With death-shot glowing in his fiery hands, And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon; Restless it rolls, now fix'd, and now anon Flashing afar, - and at his iron feet Destruction cowers, to mark what deeds are done; For on this morn three potent nations meet, To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet.
第 89 頁 - Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found! Rock, river, forest, mountain all abound, And bluest skies that harmonize the whole : Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.
第 139 頁 - The Arnaouts, or Albanese, struck me forcibly by their resemblance to the Highlanders of Scotland, in dress, figure, and manner of living. Their very mountains seemed Caledonian, with a kinder climate. The kilt, though white ; the spare, active form ; their dialect, Celtic in its sound, and their hardy habits, all carried me back to Mprven.
第 23 頁 - Beneath yon mountain's ever beauteous brow : But now, as if a thing unblest by Man, Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou ! Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls deserted, portals gaping wide : Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom, how Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied ; Swept into wrecks anon by Time's ungentle tide ! XXIV.