The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, 第 1 卷R. W. Pomeroy, 1824 |
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第 15 頁
... lake , And when they on their father call , What answer shall she make ? — " Enough , enough , my yeoman good , Thy grief let none gainsay ; But I , who am of lighter mood , Will laugh to flee away . 8 . " For who would trust the ...
... lake , And when they on their father call , What answer shall she make ? — " Enough , enough , my yeoman good , Thy grief let none gainsay ; But I , who am of lighter mood , Will laugh to flee away . 8 . " For who would trust the ...
第 60 頁
... lake , ( 17 ) And left the primal city of the land , And onwards did his further journey take To greet Albania's chief , ( 18 ) whose dread com- mand Is lawless law ; for with a bloody hand He sways a nation , turbulent and bold : Yet ...
... lake , ( 17 ) And left the primal city of the land , And onwards did his further journey take To greet Albania's chief , ( 18 ) whose dread com- mand Is lawless law ; for with a bloody hand He sways a nation , turbulent and bold : Yet ...
第 85 頁
... lake . XIV . Like the Chaldean , he could watch the stars , Till he had peopled them with beings bright As their own beams ; and earth , and earth - born jars , And human frailties , were forgotten quite : Could he have kept his spirit ...
... lake . XIV . Like the Chaldean , he could watch the stars , Till he had peopled them with beings bright As their own beams ; and earth , and earth - born jars , And human frailties , were forgotten quite : Could he have kept his spirit ...
第 105 頁
... Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face , The mirror where the stars and mountains view The stillness of their aspect in each trace Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue : There is too much of man here , to look through ...
... Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face , The mirror where the stars and mountains view The stillness of their aspect in each trace Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue : There is too much of man here , to look through ...
第 106 頁
... lake , Which feeds it as a mother who doth make A fair but froward infant her own care , Kissing its cries away as these awake ; — Is it not better thus our lives to wear , Than join the crushing crowd , doom'd to inflict or bear ...
... lake , Which feeds it as a mother who doth make A fair but froward infant her own care , Kissing its cries away as these awake ; — Is it not better thus our lives to wear , Than join the crushing crowd , doom'd to inflict or bear ...
常見字詞
Albanian Ali Pacha amongst ancient Athens beauty behold beneath blood Boccaccio bosom breast breath brow Cæsar CANTO Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE church Cicero Constantinople dark death deem'd deep doth dust dwell earth edit Egeria fair fame fate feel Ficus Ruminalis foes French gaze glory Greece Greek hand hath heart heaven hills honour hope hour immortal Italian Italy Julius Cæsar lake land less lightning line last live Lord maid mind mortal mountains Nardini ne'er never o'er once pass Petrarch plain poet Pouqueville rock Romaic Roman Rome ruin scene seen shore sigh smile song soul spot Stanza Storia Tasso tears temple thee thine things thou thought tomb triumph Turks Venetians Venice walls waves wild winds wolf words δεν δια εἰς ἐν και κη με τας τε την το ὡς
熱門章節
第 186 頁 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
第 188 頁 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
第 79 頁 - Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider. Welcome, to their roar ! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead ! Though the...
第 85 頁 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
第 187 頁 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they ? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
第 152 頁 - Oh, Rome! my country! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye! Whose agonies are evils of a day— A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
第 85 頁 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
第 79 頁 - Is THY face like thy mother's, my fair child! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
第 109 頁 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
第 136 頁 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her, a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air, an island of the blest...