The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Prisoner of Chillon. Manfred. Lament of Tasso, &cJohn Murray, 1818 |
搜尋書籍內容
第 1 到 5 筆結果，共 11 筆
第 138 頁
... Аввот . Would it were so , Count ! — But I would fain confer with thee alone . MAN . Herman , retire . What would my reverend guest ? ABBOT . Thus , without prelude : -Age and zeal , my office , And good intent , must plead my privilege ...
... Аввот . Would it were so , Count ! — But I would fain confer with thee alone . MAN . Herman , retire . What would my reverend guest ? ABBOT . Thus , without prelude : -Age and zeal , my office , And good intent , must plead my privilege ...
第 141 頁
... Аввот . All this is well ; For this will pass away , and be succeeded By an auspicious hope , which shall look up With calm assurance to that blessed place , Which all who seek may win , whatever be Their earthly errors , so they be ...
... Аввот . All this is well ; For this will pass away , and be succeeded By an auspicious hope , which shall look up With calm assurance to that blessed place , Which all who seek may win , whatever be Their earthly errors , so they be ...
第 142 頁
... and said- Some empire still in his expiring glance , " It is too late - is this fidelity ? " ABBOT . And what of this ? ΜΑΝ . " It is too late ! " I answer with the Roman- Аввот . It never can be so , To reconcile 142 Act III . MANFRED .
... and said- Some empire still in his expiring glance , " It is too late - is this fidelity ? " ABBOT . And what of this ? ΜΑΝ . " It is too late ! " I answer with the Roman- Аввот . It never can be so , To reconcile 142 Act III . MANFRED .
第 143 頁
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Аввот . It never can be so , To reconcile thyself with thy own soul , And thy own soul with heaven . Hast thou no hope ? ' Tis strange ... Аввот . And wherefore so ? MAN . I could Scene 1 . 143 MANFRED .
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Аввот . It never can be so , To reconcile thyself with thy own soul , And thy own soul with heaven . Hast thou no hope ? ' Tis strange ... Аввот . And wherefore so ? MAN . I could Scene 1 . 143 MANFRED .
第 144 頁
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Аввот . And wherefore so ? MAN . I could not tame my nature down ; for he Must serve who fain would sway - and soothe - and sue- And watch all time — and pry into all place- And be a living lie - who ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Аввот . And wherefore so ? MAN . I could not tame my nature down ; for he Must serve who fain would sway - and soothe - and sue- And watch all time — and pry into all place- And be a living lie - who ...
其他版本 - 查看全部
常見字詞
ABBOT Alps answer Arimanes ASTARTE beautiful BEN JONSON beneath bird blood Bonnivard breath brow Cantos castle chain CHAMOIS HUNTER change came o'er clay clouds cold curse darkness death despair destiny doth dread dream dungeon dwell earth Edition eternal Exit MANFRED eyes fatal fear feel Ferrara fetters Gadara Geneve grave grief hath heart heaven her's HERMAN hour immortal LAMENT OF TASSO light live look LORD LORD BYRON MANUEL mind mix'd mortal mountain NEMESIS night nivard o'er the spirit ocean Pausanias pause perish'd Poem PRISONER OF CHILLON qu'il rise SCENE shadow slumber smile solitude soul speak star stood strange sunbow's tears thee thine things THOMAS CAMPBELL thou art thou didst thou dost thoughts thyself torrent torture twas twere Twill voice walls WALTER SCOTT wandering wave WILLIAM GIFFORD wind WITCH words wreck wretched ΜΑΝ Аввот
熱門章節
第 21 頁 - For he would never thus have flown, And left me twice so doubly lone, — Lone — as the corse within its shroud, Lone — as a solitary cloud, A single cloud on a sunny day, While all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear When skies are blue, and earth is gay.
第 2 頁 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! — May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
第 15 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 Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray...
第 6 頁 - And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain...
第 85 頁 - Though thy slumber may be deep Yet thy spirit shall not sleep; There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish...
第 15 頁 - ... as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray — An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
第 27 頁 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watched them in their sullen trade; Had seen the mice by moonlight play — And why should I feel less than they? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill; yet, strange to tell! In quiet we had learned to dwell. My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are: — even I Regained my freedom with a sigh.
第 52 頁 - That in the antique oratory shook His bosom in its solitude; and then — As in that hour — a moment o'er his face The tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced — and then it faded as it came...
第 30 頁 - Though the day of my destiny's over, And the star of my fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find ; Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted, It shrunk not to share it with me, And the love which my spirit hath painted It never hath found but in thee.
第 50 頁 - Boy was sprung to manhood: in the wilds Of fiery climes he made himself a home, And his Soul drank their sunbeams: he was girt With strange and dusky aspects; he was not Himself like what he had been; on the sea And on the shore he was a wanderer; There was a mass of many images Crowded like waves upon me...