The Works of Lord Byron: Embracing His Suppressed Poems, and a Sketch of His LifeCrosby, Nichols, Lee, 1861 - 1071 頁 |
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... tears in her eyes , to take hearing this allusion to his infirmity , the child's are of himself , as she had nothing on earth but eyes flashed with anger , and , striking at her with a him to live for ; " a conduct not at all pleasing ...
... tears in her eyes , to take hearing this allusion to his infirmity , the child's are of himself , as she had nothing on earth but eyes flashed with anger , and , striking at her with a him to live for ; " a conduct not at all pleasing ...
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... tear - drop from thine eye , Our ship is swift and strong Our fleetest falcon scarce could fly More merrily along ... tears become thine eye ; If I thy guileless bosom had , Mine own would not be dry . 6 . " Come hither , hither , my ...
... tear - drop from thine eye , Our ship is swift and strong Our fleetest falcon scarce could fly More merrily along ... tears become thine eye ; If I thy guileless bosom had , Mine own would not be dry . 6 . " Come hither , hither , my ...
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... tears ? Though in thy name the slaves her bosom wrung . Tel not the deed to blushing Europe's ears ; The ocean queen , the free Britannia , bears The last poor plunder from a bleeding land ; Yes , she , whose gen'rous aid her name ...
... tears ? Though in thy name the slaves her bosom wrung . Tel not the deed to blushing Europe's ears ; The ocean queen , the free Britannia , bears The last poor plunder from a bleeding land ; Yes , she , whose gen'rous aid her name ...
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... tear ? The rifled urn , the violated mound , roam . XCVI . Oh ! ever loving , lovely , and beloved ! How selfish Sorrow ponders on the past , And clings to thoughts now better far removed ! But Time shall tear thy shadow from me last ...
... tear ? The rifled urn , the violated mound , roam . XCVI . Oh ! ever loving , lovely , and beloved ! How selfish Sorrow ponders on the past , And clings to thoughts now better far removed ! But Time shall tear thy shadow from me last ...
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... tears , Which , ebbing , leave a steril track behind , O'er which all heavily the journeying years Plod the last sands of life , -where not a flower appears . IV . Since my young days of passion - joy , or pain , Perchance my heart and ...
... tears , Which , ebbing , leave a steril track behind , O'er which all heavily the journeying years Plod the last sands of life , -where not a flower appears . IV . Since my young days of passion - joy , or pain , Perchance my heart and ...
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第 33 頁 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
第 49 頁 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight ; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
第 37 頁 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier : Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
第 183 頁 - For time at last sets all things even — And if we do but watch the hour, There never yet was human power Which could evade, if unforgiven, The patient search and vigil long Of him who treasures up a wrong.
第 33 頁 - There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
第 167 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, With marks that will not wear away...
第 37 頁 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these?
第 35 頁 - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...
第 215 頁 - twere, anew, the gaps of centuries; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old!— The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.— 'Twas such a night!
第 33 頁 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...