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... look shall cast On Harold's page , Ianthe's here enshrined Shall thus be first beheld , forgotten last : My days once numbered , should this homage past Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre Of him who hailed thee , loveliest as thou ...
... look shall cast On Harold's page , Ianthe's here enshrined Shall thus be first beheld , forgotten last : My days once numbered , should this homage past Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre Of him who hailed thee , loveliest as thou ...
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... look so pale ? Or dost thou dread a French foeman ? Or shiver at the gale ? " - " Deem'st thou I tremble for my life ? Sir Childe , I'm not so weak ; But thinking on an absent wife Will blanch a faithful cheek . 7 . " My spouse and boys ...
... look so pale ? Or dost thou dread a French foeman ? Or shiver at the gale ? " - " Deem'st thou I tremble for my life ? Sir Childe , I'm not so weak ; But thinking on an absent wife Will blanch a faithful cheek . 7 . " My spouse and boys ...
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... look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know " Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low . XXXIV . But ere the mingling ...
... look , That peaceful still ' twixt bitterest foemen flow ; For proud each peasant as the noblest duke : Well doth the Spanish hind the difference know " Twixt him and Lusian slave , the lowest of the low . XXXIV . But ere the mingling ...
第 42 頁
... only bend the knee ; Nor raise my voice , nor vainly dare to soar , But gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy In silent joy to think at last I look on Thee ! LXII . Happier in this than mightiest bards have been 42 Canto I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
... only bend the knee ; Nor raise my voice , nor vainly dare to soar , But gaze beneath thy cloudy canopy In silent joy to think at last I look on Thee ! LXII . Happier in this than mightiest bards have been 42 Canto I. CHILDE HAROLD'S.
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... look beyond the tomb , But cannot hope for rest before . 6 . What Exile from himself can flee ? To Zones , though more and more remote , Still , still pursues , where - e'er I be , The blight of life - the demon , Thought . 7 . Yet ...
... look beyond the tomb , But cannot hope for rest before . 6 . What Exile from himself can flee ? To Zones , though more and more remote , Still , still pursues , where - e'er I be , The blight of life - the demon , Thought . 7 . Yet ...
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第 30 頁 - By Heaven ! it is a splendid sight to see (For one who hath no friend, no brother there) Their rival scarfs of mix'd embroidery, Their various arms that glitter in the air ! What gallant war-hounds rouse them from their lair, And gnash their fangs, loud yelling for the prey ! All join the chase, but few the triumph share ; The Grave shall bear the chiefest prize away, And Havoc scarce for joy can number their array.
第 29 頁 - Tyrants and tyrants' slaves ? — the fires of death, The bale-fires flash on high : — from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe : Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc, Red Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock.
第 12 頁 - A few short hours, and he will rise To give the morrow birth; And I shall hail the main and skies, But not my mother earth. Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall, My dog howls at the gate. »Come hither, hither, my little page: Why dost thou weep and wail? Or dost thou dread the billows' rage, Or tremble at the gale? But dash the tear-drop from thine eye; Our ship is swift and strong: Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along«.
第 75 頁 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
第 19 頁 - Lo ! Cintra's glorious Eden intervenes In variegated maze of mount and glen. Ah, me ! what hand can pencil guide, or pen, To follow half on which the eye dilates...
第 112 頁 - The flying Mede, his shaftless broken bow ; The fiery Greek, his red pursuing spear ; Mountains above, Earth's, Ocean's plain below ; Death in the front, Destruction in the rear ! Such was the scene...
第 109 頁 - And yet how lovely in thine age of woe, Land of lost gods and godlike men! art thou! Thy vales of ever-green, thy hills of snow Proclaim thee Nature's varied favourite now : Thy fanes, thy temples to thy surface bow, Commingling slowly with heroic earth, Broke by the share of every rustic plough s So perish monuments of mortal birth, So perish all in turn, save well-recorded Worth ; *** v - 4 LXXXVI.
第 66 頁 - Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul : Yes, this was once Ambition's airy hall, The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul ! Behold through each lack-lustre, eyeless hole, The gay recess of Wisdom and of Wit, And Passion's host, that never brooked control : Can all, saint, sage, or sophist ever writ, People this lonely tower, this tenement refit ? Well didst thou speak, Athena's wisest son ! " All that we know is, nothing can be known.
第 110 頁 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his...
第 103 頁 - And long accustom'd bondage uncreate? Not such thy sons who whilome did await, The hopeless warriors of a willing doom, In bleak Thermopylae's sepulchral strait— Oh ! who that gallant spirit shall resume, Leap from Eurotas' banks, and call thee from the tomb?