Childe Harold's PilgrimageCaldwell, 1899 - 270 頁 |
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第 1 到 3 筆結果,共 73 筆
第 137 頁
... thou been betwixt , Thy throne had still been thine , or never XXXVII . Conqueror and captive of the earth art thou. been ; For daring made thy rise as fall : thou seek'st Even now to reassume the imperial mien , And shake again the ...
... thou been betwixt , Thy throne had still been thine , or never XXXVII . Conqueror and captive of the earth art thou. been ; For daring made thy rise as fall : thou seek'st Even now to reassume the imperial mien , And shake again the ...
第 138 頁
... thou art nothing , save the jest of Fame , Who woo'd thee once , thy vassal , and beThe flatterer of thy fierceness , till thou wert A god unto thyself ; nor less the same To the astounded kingdoms all inert , Who deem'd thee for a time ...
... thou art nothing , save the jest of Fame , Who woo'd thee once , thy vassal , and beThe flatterer of thy fierceness , till thou wert A god unto thyself ; nor less the same To the astounded kingdoms all inert , Who deem'd thee for a time ...
第 225 頁
... thou , too , perish , Pompey ? have ye been Victors of countless kings , or puppets of a scene ? LXXXVIII . And thou , the thunder - stricken nurse of Rome ! She - wolf ! whose brazen - imaged dugs impart The milk of conquest yet within ...
... thou , too , perish , Pompey ? have ye been Victors of countless kings , or puppets of a scene ? LXXXVIII . And thou , the thunder - stricken nurse of Rome ! She - wolf ! whose brazen - imaged dugs impart The milk of conquest yet within ...
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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