Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 頁 |
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第 1 到 3 筆結果,共 8 筆
第 15 頁
... lone than Eremite's sad cell . V. For he through Sin's long labyrinth had run , Nor made atonement when he did amiss , Had sigh'd to many , though he loved but one , And that loved one , alas , could ne'er be his . Ah , happy she ! to ...
... lone than Eremite's sad cell . V. For he through Sin's long labyrinth had run , Nor made atonement when he did amiss , Had sigh'd to many , though he loved but one , And that loved one , alas , could ne'er be his . Ah , happy she ! to ...
第 101 頁
... lone Utraikey forms its circling cove , And weary waves retire to gleam at rest , How brown the foliage of the green hill's grove , Nodding at midnight o'er the calm bay's breast , As winds come whispering lightly from the west ...
... lone Utraikey forms its circling cove , And weary waves retire to gleam at rest , How brown the foliage of the green hill's grove , Nodding at midnight o'er the calm bay's breast , As winds come whispering lightly from the west ...
第 154 頁
... lone wall a lonelier column rears A gray and grief - worn aspect of old days , ' Tis the last remnant of the wreck of years , And looks as with the wild bewilder'd gaze Of one to stone converted by amaze , Yet still with consciousness ...
... lone wall a lonelier column rears A gray and grief - worn aspect of old days , ' Tis the last remnant of the wreck of years , And looks as with the wild bewilder'd gaze Of one to stone converted by amaze , Yet still with consciousness ...
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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