The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Prisoner of Chillon. Manfred. Lament of Tasso, &cJohn Murray, 1818 |
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... castle wall , And they seemed joyous each and all ; The eagle rode the rising blast , Methought he never flew so fast As then to me he seemed to fly , And then new tears came in my eye , And I felt troubled - and would fain I had not ...
... castle wall , And they seemed joyous each and all ; The eagle rode the rising blast , Methought he never flew so fast As then to me he seemed to fly , And then new tears came in my eye , And I felt troubled - and would fain I had not ...
第 65 頁
... castle that Rousseau has fixed the catastrophe of his Heloise , in the rescue of one of her children by Julie from the water ; the shock of which , and the illness produced by the immersion , is the cause of her death . The chateau is ...
... castle that Rousseau has fixed the catastrophe of his Heloise , in the rescue of one of her children by Julie from the water ; the shock of which , and the illness produced by the immersion , is the cause of her death . The chateau is ...
第 69 頁
... OF THE ALPS . ARIMANES . NEMESIS . The DESTINIES . SPIRITS , & c . The Scene of the Drama is amongst the Higher Alps - partly in the Castle of Manfred , and partly in the Mountains . MANFRED . ACT I. SCENE I. MANFRED alone - Scene.
... OF THE ALPS . ARIMANES . NEMESIS . The DESTINIES . SPIRITS , & c . The Scene of the Drama is amongst the Higher Alps - partly in the Castle of Manfred , and partly in the Mountains . MANFRED . ACT I. SCENE I. MANFRED alone - Scene.
第 136 頁
... Castle of Manfred ... MANFRED and HERMAN . MAN . What is the hour ? HER . It wants but one till sunset , And promises a lovely twilight . ΜΑΝ . Say , Are all things so disposed of in the tower As I directed ? HER . All , my lord , are ...
... Castle of Manfred ... MANFRED and HERMAN . MAN . What is the hour ? HER . It wants but one till sunset , And promises a lovely twilight . ΜΑΝ . Say , Are all things so disposed of in the tower As I directed ? HER . All , my lord , are ...
第 149 頁
... latest look : thou wilt not beam on one To whom the gifts of life and warmth have been Of a more fatal nature . He is gone : I follow . [ Exit MANFRED . SCENE III . The Mountains . - The Castle of Scene II . 149 MANFRED .
... latest look : thou wilt not beam on one To whom the gifts of life and warmth have been Of a more fatal nature . He is gone : I follow . [ Exit MANFRED . SCENE III . The Mountains . - The Castle of Scene II . 149 MANFRED .
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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
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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...