The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His WorksT. Davison, 1824 - 212 頁 |
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... wind sigh . Was it the wind , through some hollow stone , Sent that soft and tender moan ? He lifted his head , and he looked on the sea , But it was unrippled as glass may be ; He look'd on the long grass - it waved not a blade ; How ...
... wind sigh . Was it the wind , through some hollow stone , Sent that soft and tender moan ? He lifted his head , and he looked on the sea , But it was unrippled as glass may be ; He look'd on the long grass - it waved not a blade ; How ...
第 24 頁
... winds sigh , the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild seamew . Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee , My native Land - Good night ! " A few short hours and He will rise To give the ...
... winds sigh , the breakers roar , And shrieks the wild seamew . Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee , My native Land - Good night ! " A few short hours and He will rise To give the ...
第 25 頁
... winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind : For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend save these alone , " and One above ...
... winds be shrill , let waves roll high , I fear not wave nor wind ; Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I Am sorrowful in mind : For I have from my father gone , A mother whom I love , And have no friend save these alone , " and One above ...
第 43 頁
... winds ! which fluttered o'er as if you loved it , And filled my swelling sails as they were wafted To many a triumph ! Thou , my native earth , Which I have bled for , and thou foreign earth , Which drank this willing blood from many a ...
... winds ! which fluttered o'er as if you loved it , And filled my swelling sails as they were wafted To many a triumph ! Thou , my native earth , Which I have bled for , and thou foreign earth , Which drank this willing blood from many a ...
第 51 頁
... winds , lake , lightnings ! ye ! With night , and clouds , and thunder , and a soul To make these felt and feeling , well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departed voices is the knoll Of what in me is ...
... winds , lake , lightnings ! ye ! With night , and clouds , and thunder , and a soul To make these felt and feeling , well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departed voices is the knoll Of what in me is ...
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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...