The Works of the Right Honourable Lord Byron: Prisoner of Chillon. Manfred. Lament of Tasso, &cJohn Murray, 1818 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果，共 31 筆
第 20 頁
... mine , But knowing well captivity , Sweet bird ! I could not wish for thine ! Or if it were , in winged guise , 270 280 A visitant from Paradise ; For - Heaven forgive that thought ! the while Which 20 THE PRISONER OF CHILLON .
... mine , But knowing well captivity , Sweet bird ! I could not wish for thine ! Or if it were , in winged guise , 270 280 A visitant from Paradise ; For - Heaven forgive that thought ! the while Which 20 THE PRISONER OF CHILLON .
第 31 頁
... thine ; And when winds are at war with the ocean , As the breasts I believed in with me , If their billows excite an emotion , It is that they bear me from thee . III . Though the rock of my last hope is shiver'd , And its fragments are ...
... thine ; And when winds are at war with the ocean , As the breasts I believed in with me , If their billows excite an emotion , It is that they bear me from thee . III . Though the rock of my last hope is shiver'd , And its fragments are ...
第 57 頁
... annihilate , Refused thee even the boon to die : The wretched gift eternity Was thine - and thou hast borne it well . All that the Thunderer wrung from thee Was but the menace which flung back On him the PROMETHEUS . 57.
... annihilate , Refused thee even the boon to die : The wretched gift eternity Was thine - and thou hast borne it well . All that the Thunderer wrung from thee Was but the menace which flung back On him the PROMETHEUS . 57.
第 58 頁
... , And strengthen Man with his own mind ; But baffled as thou wert from high , Still in thy patient energy , In the endurance , and repulse Of thine impenetrable Spirit , Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse , A mighty 58 PROMETHEUS .
... , And strengthen Man with his own mind ; But baffled as thou wert from high , Still in thy patient energy , In the endurance , and repulse Of thine impenetrable Spirit , Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse , A mighty 58 PROMETHEUS .
第 75 頁
... thine adjuration bow'd , Mortal - be thy wish avow'd ! Voice of the SECOND SPIRIT . Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains , They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks , in a robe of clouds , With a diadem of snow . Around his waist ...
... thine adjuration bow'd , Mortal - be thy wish avow'd ! Voice of the SECOND SPIRIT . Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains , They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks , in a robe of clouds , With a diadem of snow . Around his waist ...
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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...