Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntG.S. Appleton, 1851 - 287 頁 |
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... stands . 10 " With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts ...
... stands . 10 " With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts ...
第 29 頁
... stands , His blood - red tresses deepening in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fix'd , and now anon Flashing afar , and at his iron feet ...
... stands , His blood - red tresses deepening in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fix'd , and now anon Flashing afar , and at his iron feet ...
第 41 頁
... Stands in the centre , cager to invade The lord of lowing herds ; but not before The ground , with cautious tread , is traversed o'er , Lest aught unseen should lurk to thwart his speed : His arms a dart , he fights aloof , nor more Can ...
... Stands in the centre , cager to invade The lord of lowing herds ; but not before The ground , with cautious tread , is traversed o'er , Lest aught unseen should lurk to thwart his speed : His arms a dart , he fights aloof , nor more Can ...
第 42 頁
... stands the bull at bay , Mid wounds , and clinging darts , and lances brast , And foes disabled in the brutal fray : And now the Matadores around him play , - Shake the red cloak , and poise the ready brand : Once more through all he ...
... stands the bull at bay , Mid wounds , and clinging darts , and lances brast , And foes disabled in the brutal fray : And now the Matadores around him play , - Shake the red cloak , and poise the ready brand : Once more through all he ...
第 57 頁
... stand . XIV . Where was thine Egis , Pallas ! that appall'd Stern Alaric and Havoc on their way ? Where Peleus ' son ? whom Hell in vain enthrall'd , His shade from Hades upon that dread day Bursting to light in terrible array ! What ...
... stand . XIV . Where was thine Egis , Pallas ! that appall'd Stern Alaric and Havoc on their way ? Where Peleus ' son ? whom Hell in vain enthrall'd , His shade from Hades upon that dread day Bursting to light in terrible array ! What ...
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第 121 頁 - And this is in the night. — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be 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 120 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 119 頁 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
第 198 頁 - Ye Elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted — Can ye not Accord me such a being? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot ? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot.
第 122 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.
第 91 頁 - Welcome to their roar! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead !' Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale, Still must I on : for I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
第 100 頁 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's magnificently stern array! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse, — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent!
第 179 頁 - Of its own beauty is the mind diseased, And fevers into false creation : — where, Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized ? In him alone. Can Nature show so fair...
第 162 頁 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice ; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
第 184 頁 - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain ; My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire; And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...