The poetical works of lord Byron, with notes, 第 6 卷Suttaby, 1885 |
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第 78 頁 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom— Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
第 81 頁 - PRISONER OF CHILLON." MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears :+ My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
第 83 頁 - As to young eagles, being free) — A polar day, which will not see A sunset till its summer's gone, Its sleepless summer of long light, The snow-clad offspring of the sun: And thus he was as pure and bright, And in his natural spirit gay, With tears for nought but others...
第 90 頁 - Who loved me in a human shape ; And the whole earth would henceforth be A wider prison unto me : No child, no sire, no kin had I, No partner in my misery...
第 87 頁 - I took that hand which lay so still, Alas ! my own was full as chill ; I had not strength to stir, or strive, But felt that I was still alive — A frantic feeling, when we know That what we love shall ne'er be so.
第 111 頁 - We rustled through the leaves like wind. Left shrubs, and trees, and wolves behin'd ; By night I heard them on the track, Their troop came hard upon our back, With their long gallop, which can tire The hound's deep hate and hunter's fire...
第 91 頁 - But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
第 26 頁 - Fashion'd by long forgotten hands; Two or three columns, and many a stone, Marble and granite, with grass o'ergrown ! Out upon Time! it will leave no more Of the things to come than the things before ! Out upon Time! who for ever will leave But enough of the past for the future to grieve...
第 82 頁 - A sunbeam which hath lost its way, And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left; Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp...
第 84 頁 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay, We heard it ripple night and day ; Sounding o'er our heads it...