The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Childe HaroldJohn Murray, 1817 |
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第 3 頁
... shall I vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beamed- To such as see thee not my words were weak ; To those who gaze on thee what language could they speak ? 4 Ah ! may'st thou ever be what now thou B 2 To Ianthe.
... shall I vainly seek To paint those charms which varied as they beamed- To such as see thee not my words were weak ; To those who gaze on thee what language could they speak ? 4 Ah ! may'st thou ever be what now thou B 2 To Ianthe.
第 50 頁
... speak his woes . LXXVII . Again he comes ; nor dart nor lance avail , Nor the wild plunging of the tortured horse ; Though man and man's avenging arms assail , Vain are his weapons , vainer is his force . One gallant steed is stretched ...
... speak his woes . LXXVII . Again he comes ; nor dart nor lance avail , Nor the wild plunging of the tortured horse ; Though man and man's avenging arms assail , Vain are his weapons , vainer is his force . One gallant steed is stretched ...
第 68 頁
... speak , Athena's wisest son ! " All that we know is , nothing can be known . " Why should we shrink from what we cannot shun ? Each has his pang , but feeble sufferers groan With brain - born dreams of evil all their own . Pursue what ...
... speak , Athena's wisest son ! " All that we know is , nothing can be known . " Why should we shrink from what we cannot shun ? Each has his pang , but feeble sufferers groan With brain - born dreams of evil all their own . Pursue what ...
第 94 頁
... speak , Master of all around , too potent to be meek , LIX . Are mixed conspicuous : some recline in groups , Scanning the motley scene that varies round ; There some grave Moslem to devotion stoops , And some that smoke , and some that ...
... speak , Master of all around , too potent to be meek , LIX . Are mixed conspicuous : some recline in groups , Scanning the motley scene that varies round ; There some grave Moslem to devotion stoops , And some that smoke , and some that ...
第 134 頁
... speak impartially : I am not a collector or admirer of collections , consequently no rival ; but I have some early prepossession in favour of Greece , and do not think the honour of England advanced by plunder , whether of India or ...
... speak impartially : I am not a collector or admirer of collections , consequently no rival ; but I have some early prepossession in favour of Greece , and do not think the honour of England advanced by plunder , whether of India or ...
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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.