Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntH. C. Baird, 1856 - 339 頁 |
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... live his day , such as he is ; it had been more agreeable , and certainly more easy , to have drawn an amiable character . It had been easy to varnish over his faults , to make him do more and express less ; but he never was intended as ...
... live his day , such as he is ; it had been more agreeable , and certainly more easy , to have drawn an amiable character . It had been easy to varnish over his faults , to make him do more and express less ; but he never was intended as ...
第 30 頁
... live , ye gallant knights ! and bless your judges ' phlegm ! * By this query it is not meant that our foolish generals should have been shot , but that Byng might have been spared , though the one suffered and the others escaped ...
... live , ye gallant knights ! and bless your judges ' phlegm ! * By this query it is not meant that our foolish generals should have been shot , but that Byng might have been spared , though the one suffered and the others escaped ...
第 39 頁
... lives , and barter breath for fame : Fame that will scarce reanimate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name . In sooth ' twere sad to thwart their noble aim , Who strike , blest hirelings ! for their country's good ...
... lives , and barter breath for fame : Fame that will scarce reanimate their clay , Though thousands fall to deck some single name . In sooth ' twere sad to thwart their noble aim , Who strike , blest hirelings ! for their country's good ...
第 41 頁
... live King Ferdinand ! is the chorus of most of the Spanish patriotic songs . They are chiefly in dispraise of the old king Charles , the queen , and the Prince of Peace . I have heard many of them : some of the airs are beautiful . Don ...
... live King Ferdinand ! is the chorus of most of the Spanish patriotic songs . They are chiefly in dispraise of the old king Charles , the queen , and the Prince of Peace . I have heard many of them : some of the airs are beautiful . Don ...
第 64 頁
... live in the recollection of friends who loved him too well to envy his superiority .— [ This and the following stanza were added in August , 1811. In one of his schoolboy poems , entitled " Childish Recollections , " Lord Byron has thus ...
... live in the recollection of friends who loved him too well to envy his superiority .— [ This and the following stanza were added in August , 1811. In one of his schoolboy poems , entitled " Childish Recollections , " Lord Byron has thus ...
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第 249 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 127 頁 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street : On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined ; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet...
第 186 頁 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the day joins the past Eternity; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest...
第 247 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 140 頁 - Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
第 129 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 178 頁 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
第 109 頁 - tis haunted, holy ground, No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon: Each hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold Defies the power which crush'd thy temples gone: Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
第 160 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 156 頁 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven, If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty, and a mystery, and create G In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.