The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 42 筆
第 8 頁
... Hope was left , was she not ? but the goblet we kiss , And care not for Hope , who are certain of bliss . Long life to the grape ! for when summer is flown , The age of our nectar shall gladden our own ; We must die , who shall not ...
... Hope was left , was she not ? but the goblet we kiss , And care not for Hope , who are certain of bliss . Long life to the grape ! for when summer is flown , The age of our nectar shall gladden our own ; We must die , who shall not ...
第 14 頁
... hope , fear , mixed With joy to save , and dread of some mischance Unto his protegee ; while her's , transfixed With infant terrors , glared as from a trance , A pure , transparent , pale , yet radiant face , Like to a lighted alabaster ...
... hope , fear , mixed With joy to save , and dread of some mischance Unto his protegee ; while her's , transfixed With infant terrors , glared as from a trance , A pure , transparent , pale , yet radiant face , Like to a lighted alabaster ...
第 22 頁
... but lovely , with maternal grief She clasps a babe , to whom her breast yields no relief . Scion of chiefs and monarchs , where art thou ? Fond hope of many nations , art thou dead ? Could not the grave forget thee , and lay low BYRON .
... but lovely , with maternal grief She clasps a babe , to whom her breast yields no relief . Scion of chiefs and monarchs , where art thou ? Fond hope of many nations , art thou dead ? Could not the grave forget thee , and lay low BYRON .
第 31 頁
... hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell . And here and there as up the crags you spring , Mark many rude - carved crosses near the path : Yet deem not these devotion's offering- These are memorials frail of murderous wrath : For ...
... hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell . And here and there as up the crags you spring , Mark many rude - carved crosses near the path : Yet deem not these devotion's offering- These are memorials frail of murderous wrath : For ...
第 32 頁
... hope that woos , then mocks . Clarens ! by heavenly feet thy paths are trod , - Undying Love's , who here ascends a throne To which the steps are mountains ; where the god Is a pervading life and light , so shown Not on those summits ...
... hope that woos , then mocks . Clarens ! by heavenly feet thy paths are trod , - Undying Love's , who here ascends a throne To which the steps are mountains ; where the god Is a pervading life and light , so shown Not on those summits ...
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第 66 頁 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ! Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one...
第 52 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 66 頁 - Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no — the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one arise — we come, we come!
第 148 頁 - O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home!
第 146 頁 - 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, alone.
第 66 頁 - On Suli's rock and Parga's shore Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore ; And there, perhaps, some seed is sown, The Heraclcidan blood might own.
第 117 頁 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world.
第 63 頁 - Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, Along Morea's hills the setting sun: Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light!
第 150 頁 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
第 164 頁 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been...