Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 頁 |
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第 1 到 3 筆結果,共 44 筆
第 169 頁
... hath cleft his way , The mightiest of the storms hath ta'en his stand : For here , not one , but many , make their play , And Aling their thunderbolts from hand to hand , Flashing and cast around ; of all the band , The brightest ...
... hath cleft his way , The mightiest of the storms hath ta'en his stand : For here , not one , but many , make their play , And Aling their thunderbolts from hand to hand , Flashing and cast around ; of all the band , The brightest ...
第 234 頁
... Hath but one page — ' tis better written here , Where gorgeous Tyranny hath thus amass'd All treasures , all delights , that eye or ear , Heart , soul could seek , tongue ask - Away with words ! draw near , CIX . Admire , exult ...
... Hath but one page — ' tis better written here , Where gorgeous Tyranny hath thus amass'd All treasures , all delights , that eye or ear , Heart , soul could seek , tongue ask - Away with words ! draw near , CIX . Admire , exult ...
第 259 頁
... hath array'd With an eternal glory — which , if made By human hands , is not of human thought ; And Time himself hath hallow'd it , nor laid One ringlet in the dust - nor hath it caught A tinge of years , but breathes the flame with ...
... hath array'd With an eternal glory — which , if made By human hands , is not of human thought ; And Time himself hath hallow'd it , nor laid One ringlet in the dust - nor hath it caught A tinge of years , but breathes the flame with ...
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banks bear beauty behold beneath blood blue bosom breast breath bright brow charms chief Childe clouds dark dead dear death deem deep doth dream dust dwell earth fair fall fame fate feel fire foes gaze Glory grave hand Harold hath heart heaven hills hope hour immortal Italy land leaves less light live lone look lord lost mark mind mortal mountain Nature never night o'er once pass passion past plain pride proud rise rock round ruin scarce scene seek seems seen shore shrine sigh smile song soul sound spirit spring stand star stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thousand till tomb tree turn vain voice walls waters waves wild wind woes young youth