Childe Harold's pilgrimageJohn Murray, 1831 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 36 筆
第 18 頁
... not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native Land - Good Night ! " XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the 18 CANTO I CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native Land - Good Night ! " XIV . On , on the vessel flies , the 18 CANTO I CHILDE HAROLD'S.
第 25 頁
... dark Sierras rise in craggy pride ? Or fence of art , like China's vasty wall ? — Ne harrier wall , ne river deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul ...
... dark Sierras rise in craggy pride ? Or fence of art , like China's vasty wall ? — Ne harrier wall , ne river deep and wide , Ne horrid crags , nor mountains dark and tall , Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul ...
第 34 頁
... dark - glancing daughters - deign to know There your wise Prophet's paradise we find , His black - eyed maids of Heaven , angelically kind . LX . Oh , thou Parnassus ! ( 13 ) whom I now survey , Not in the phrensy of a dreamer's eye ...
... dark - glancing daughters - deign to know There your wise Prophet's paradise we find , His black - eyed maids of Heaven , angelically kind . LX . Oh , thou Parnassus ! ( 13 ) whom I now survey , Not in the phrensy of a dreamer's eye ...
第 38 頁
... dark blue sea ! Soon as the matin bell proclaimeth nine , Thy saint adorers count the rosary : Much is the VIRGIN teased to shrive them free ( Well do I ween the only virgin there ) From crimes as numerous as her beadsmen be ; Then to ...
... dark blue sea ! Soon as the matin bell proclaimeth nine , Thy saint adorers count the rosary : Much is the VIRGIN teased to shrive them free ( Well do I ween the only virgin there ) From crimes as numerous as her beadsmen be ; Then to ...
第 40 頁
... The corse is piled - sweet sight for vulgar eyes— Four steeds that spurn the rein , as swift as shy , Hurl the dark bulk along , scarce seen in dashing by . LXXX . Such the ungentle sport that oft invites The 40 CANTO I CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... The corse is piled - sweet sight for vulgar eyes— Four steeds that spurn the rein , as swift as shy , Hurl the dark bulk along , scarce seen in dashing by . LXXX . Such the ungentle sport that oft invites The 40 CANTO I CHILDE HAROLD'S.
常見字詞
Albania Ali Pacha amongst ancient Athens beauty behold beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Cæsar Canto Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE church Cicero Constantinople dark death deem'd deep doth dust earth Egeria fair fame feel foes gaze glory gondoliers Greece Greek hand hath heart Heaven hills honour hope immortal Italian Italy Julius Cæsar lake land line last live Lord mind mortal mountains never o'er once pass pass'd Petrarch plain poet rock Romaic Roman Rome scene seen shore sigh smile song soul spot Stanza Storia Tasso tears temple thee thine things thou thought tomb triumph Venetians Venice walls waves wild winds woes wolf words ἀπὸ δὲν διὰ Ἐγὼ εἶναι εἰς εἰς τὴν ἐν καὶ κὴ μὲ νὰ σᾶς τὰ τὰς τὴν τῆς τὸ τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τῶν ὡς
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第 269 頁 - His steps are not upon thy paths— thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
第 269 頁 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
第 270 頁 - 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 256 頁 - And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him— he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not— his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
第 168 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 235 頁 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. LXXIX. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within...
第 255 頁 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him! — He is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
第 176 頁 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them?
第 218 頁 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the day joins the past Eternity; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest...
第 183 頁 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.