The Illustrated Byron |
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第 93 頁
But near and nearest to the wall Of those who wish and work its fall , With deeper skill in war's black art Than Othman's sons , and high of heart As any chief that ever stood Triumphant in the fields of blood ; From post to post ...
But near and nearest to the wall Of those who wish and work its fall , With deeper skill in war's black art Than Othman's sons , and high of heart As any chief that ever stood Triumphant in the fields of blood ; From post to post ...
第 102 頁
... The cannon are pointed , and ready to roar , And crush the wall they have crumbled before : Forms in his phalanx each ... a living oneA priest at her altars , a chief in her halls , A hearth in her mansions , a stone on her walls .
... The cannon are pointed , and ready to roar , And crush the wall they have crumbled before : Forms in his phalanx each ... a living oneA priest at her altars , a chief in her halls , A hearth in her mansions , a stone on her walls .
第 372 頁
It touch'd no soul , no body , but the wall , On which the moonbeams fell in silvery showers , Chequer'd with all the tracery of the hall ; He shudder'd , as no doubt the bravest cowers When he can't tell what ' tis that doth appal .
It touch'd no soul , no body , but the wall , On which the moonbeams fell in silvery showers , Chequer'd with all the tracery of the hall ; He shudder'd , as no doubt the bravest cowers When he can't tell what ' tis that doth appal .
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