The Works of Lord Byron: In Verse and Prose. Including His Letters, Journals, Etc., with a Sketch of His LifeSilas Andrus & son, 1853 - 946 頁 |
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... course of he left Venice for Rome , visiting Ferrara , which he presented to that gentleman a where he wrote the " Lament of Tasso , " large manuscript volume , which he called and passing a day or two at Florence on his his " Life and ...
... course of he left Venice for Rome , visiting Ferrara , which he presented to that gentleman a where he wrote the " Lament of Tasso , " large manuscript volume , which he called and passing a day or two at Florence on his his " Life and ...
第 2 頁
... course , ' all escape being precluded . I can now engage with less disadvantage , having drawn the enemy from her intrenchments , though , like the prototype to whom I have compared myself , with an excellent chance of being knocked on ...
... course , ' all escape being precluded . I can now engage with less disadvantage , having drawn the enemy from her intrenchments , though , like the prototype to whom I have compared myself , with an excellent chance of being knocked on ...
第 10 頁
... course . I regret that Mrs. Byron is so much annoyed . For my own part , these ' paper bullets of the brain ' have only taught me to stand fire ; and , as I have been lucky enough upon the whole , my repose and appetite are not ...
... course . I regret that Mrs. Byron is so much annoyed . For my own part , these ' paper bullets of the brain ' have only taught me to stand fire ; and , as I have been lucky enough upon the whole , my repose and appetite are not ...
第 24 頁
... course it is in his old ballad style , and pretty . After all , Scott is the best of them . The end of all scribblement is to amuse , and he certainly succeeds there . I long to read his new romance . " And how does ' Sir Edgar ? and ...
... course it is in his old ballad style , and pretty . After all , Scott is the best of them . The end of all scribblement is to amuse , and he certainly succeeds there . I long to read his new romance . " And how does ' Sir Edgar ? and ...
第 25 頁
... course of the summer , but , of course , at such a distance , I cannot spe- cify any particular month . " LETTER LXVI . TO MRS . BYRON . " Volage frigate , at sea , June 25th , 1811 . DEAR MOTHER , have not done before , supposing you ...
... course of the summer , but , of course , at such a distance , I cannot spe- cify any particular month . " LETTER LXVI . TO MRS . BYRON . " Volage frigate , at sea , June 25th , 1811 . DEAR MOTHER , have not done before , supposing you ...
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第 23 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 37 頁 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more...
第 22 頁 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction : once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
第 23 頁 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most ; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
第 18 頁 - Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall moulder, cold and low.
第 16 頁 - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes, they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart, Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
第 22 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 23 頁 - A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
第 15 頁 - tis haunted, holy ground, No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon: Each hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold Defies the power which crush'd thy temples gone: Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
第 20 頁 - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise ; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers.