Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A RomauntG.S. Appleton, 1851 - 287 頁 |
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... tree ! What goodly prospects o'er the hills expand ! But man would mar them with an impious hand : And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge ' Gainst those who most transgress his high command , With treble vengeance will his hot ...
... tree ! What goodly prospects o'er the hills expand ! But man would mar them with an impious hand : And when the Almighty lifts his fiercest scourge ' Gainst those who most transgress his high command , With treble vengeance will his hot ...
第 22 頁
... trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep , The mountain - moss by scorching skies imbrown'd , The sunken glen , whose sunless shrubs must weep , The tender azure of the unruffled deep , The orange tints that gild the greenest bough , The ...
... trees hoar that clothe the shaggy steep , The mountain - moss by scorching skies imbrown'd , The sunken glen , whose sunless shrubs must weep , The tender azure of the unruffled deep , The orange tints that gild the greenest bough , The ...
第 48 頁
... ? How many a doubtful day shall sink in night , Ere the Frank robber turn him from his spoil , And Freedom's stranger - tree grow native of the soil ! XCI . And thou , my friend ! -since unavailing 48 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... ? How many a doubtful day shall sink in night , Ere the Frank robber turn him from his spoil , And Freedom's stranger - tree grow native of the soil ! XCI . And thou , my friend ! -since unavailing 48 CANTO I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
第 69 頁
... trees ; Here winds of gentlest wing will fan his breast , From heaven itself he may inhale the breeze : The plain is far beneath - oh ! let him seize Pure pleasure while he can ; the scorching ray Here pierceth not , impregnate with ...
... trees ; Here winds of gentlest wing will fan his breast , From heaven itself he may inhale the breeze : The plain is far beneath - oh ! let him seize Pure pleasure while he can ; the scorching ray Here pierceth not , impregnate with ...
第 70 頁
... trees wave , streams flow , the mountain - fir Nodding above ; behold black Acheron ! Once consecrated to the sepulchre . Pluto ! if this be hell I look upon , [ none . Close shamed Elysium's gates , my shade shall seek for LII . Ne ...
... trees wave , streams flow , the mountain - fir Nodding above ; behold black Acheron ! Once consecrated to the sepulchre . Pluto ! if this be hell I look upon , [ none . Close shamed Elysium's gates , my shade shall seek for LII . Ne ...
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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...