Childe Harold's pilgrimage, a romaunt. (Harrow ed.). |
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第 23 頁
... death , The bale - fires flash on high - from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , Red Battle stamps his foot , and nations feel the shock . XXXIX . Lo ! where the Giant ...
... death , The bale - fires flash on high - from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , Red Battle stamps his foot , and nations feel the shock . XXXIX . Lo ! where the Giant ...
第 33 頁
... death - struck , still his feeble frame he rear , Staggering , but stemming all , his lord unharmed he bears . LXXVIII . Foiled , bleeding , breathless , furious to the last , Full in the centre stands the bull at bay , ' Mid wounds ...
... death - struck , still his feeble frame he rear , Staggering , but stemming all , his lord unharmed he bears . LXXVIII . Foiled , bleeding , breathless , furious to the last , Full in the centre stands the bull at bay , ' Mid wounds ...
第 39 頁
... years , till man shall learn Vainly his incense soars , his victim bleeds ; Poor child of Doubt and Death , whose hope is built on reeds . IV . Bound to the earth , he lifts his E 2 PILGRIMAGE . 39 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. ...
... years , till man shall learn Vainly his incense soars , his victim bleeds ; Poor child of Doubt and Death , whose hope is built on reeds . IV . Bound to the earth , he lifts his E 2 PILGRIMAGE . 39 Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. ...
第 44 頁
... survives young Love and Joy ? Alas ! when mingling souls forget to blend , Death hath but little left him to destroy ! Ah ! happy years ! once more who would not be a boy ? XXIV . Thus bending o'er the vessel's laving side , 44 PILGRIMAGE .
... survives young Love and Joy ? Alas ! when mingling souls forget to blend , Death hath but little left him to destroy ! Ah ! happy years ! once more who would not be a boy ? XXIV . Thus bending o'er the vessel's laving side , 44 PILGRIMAGE .
第 59 頁
... death enslaved ; in word , in deed unmanned . LXXV . In all save form alone , how changed ! and who That marks the fire still sparkling in each eye , Who but would deem their bosoms burned anew With thy unquenched beam , lost Liberty ...
... death enslaved ; in word , in deed unmanned . LXXV . In all save form alone , how changed ! and who That marks the fire still sparkling in each eye , Who but would deem their bosoms burned anew With thy unquenched beam , lost Liberty ...
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第 72 頁 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs. Which ne'er might be repeated...
第 71 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 146 頁 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
第 77 頁 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow ; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
第 136 頁 - And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
第 120 頁 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
第 72 頁 - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
第 147 頁 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — '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 146 頁 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
第 147 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...