The complete works of lord Byron with a biogr. and critical notice by J. W. Lake, 第 1-2 卷 |
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第 li 頁
... Half to the ardour which its birth bestows , Distort the truth , accumulate the lie , And pile the pyramid of calumny ! ' In 1820 was published his « Doge of Venice , " and the ' Lord Byron's Monody on the death of Sheridan . d ...
... Half to the ardour which its birth bestows , Distort the truth , accumulate the lie , And pile the pyramid of calumny ! ' In 1820 was published his « Doge of Venice , " and the ' Lord Byron's Monody on the death of Sheridan . d ...
第 lxxiii 頁
... half - hour ; and we continued to raise his head whenever the fit came on , till six o'clock in the evening of the 19th , when I saw my master open his eyes and then shut them , but without showing any symptom of pain , or moving hand ...
... half - hour ; and we continued to raise his head whenever the fit came on , till six o'clock in the evening of the 19th , when I saw my master open his eyes and then shut them , but without showing any symptom of pain , or moving hand ...
第 22 頁
... half on which the eye dilates Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken Than those whereof such things the bard relates , Who to the awe - struck world unlock'd Elysium's gates ? XIX . The horrid crags , by toppling convent crown'd ...
... half on which the eye dilates Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken Than those whereof such things the bard relates , Who to the awe - struck world unlock'd Elysium's gates ? XIX . The horrid crags , by toppling convent crown'd ...
第 55 頁
... half of his life , and the happiest part of mine . To me the In the short space of one month I have lost her who gave me being , and most of those who had made that being tolerable . lines of Young are no fiction : « Insatiate archer ...
... half of his life , and the happiest part of mine . To me the In the short space of one month I have lost her who gave me being , and most of those who had made that being tolerable . lines of Young are no fiction : « Insatiate archer ...
第 71 頁
... half in mist , bedew'd with snowy rills , Array'd in many a dun and purple streak , Arise ; and , as the clouds along them break , Disclose the dwelling of the mountaineer : Here roams the wolf , the eagle whets his beak , Birds ...
... half in mist , bedew'd with snowy rills , Array'd in many a dun and purple streak , Arise ; and , as the clouds along them break , Disclose the dwelling of the mountaineer : Here roams the wolf , the eagle whets his beak , Birds ...
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第 183 頁 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
第 166 頁 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
第 183 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 185 頁 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine— Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!
第 272 頁 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : — not so thou, Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow, Such as Creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now ! CLXXXIII.
第 170 頁 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, •which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
第 237 頁 - The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress ! LXXX.
第 185 頁 - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! 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 Heracleidan blood might own.
第 158 頁 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
第 191 頁 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.