Childe Harold's pilgrimage [cantos 1 and 2, with other poems. Wanting pp |
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第 vi 頁
... give full scope to my inclination , and be either droll or pathetic , descriptive or sentimental , ten- der or satirical , as the humour strikes me ; for , if I mistake not , the measure which I have adopted admits equally of all these ...
... give full scope to my inclination , and be either droll or pathetic , descriptive or sentimental , ten- der or satirical , as the humour strikes me ; for , if I mistake not , the measure which I have adopted admits equally of all these ...
第 14 頁
... 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 . 3 . " Come hither , hither ...
... 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 . 3 . " Come hither , hither ...
第 101 頁
... * thy ' larum afar Gives hope to the valiant , and promise of war ; All the sons of the mountains arise at the note , Chimariot , Illyrian , and dark Suliote ! Drummer . 2 . Oh ! who is more brave than a Canto II . 101 PILGRIMAGE .
... * thy ' larum afar Gives hope to the valiant , and promise of war ; All the sons of the mountains arise at the note , Chimariot , Illyrian , and dark Suliote ! Drummer . 2 . Oh ! who is more brave than a Canto II . 101 PILGRIMAGE .
第 105 頁
... gives promise of war . Ye mountains , that see us descend to the shore , Shall view us as victors , or view us no more ! LXXIII . Fair Greece ! sad relic of departed worth ! 33 Immortal , though no more ! though fallen , great ! Who now ...
... gives promise of war . Ye mountains , that see us descend to the shore , Shall view us as victors , or view us no more ! LXXIII . Fair Greece ! sad relic of departed worth ! 33 Immortal , though no more ! though fallen , great ! Who now ...
第 106 頁
... gives them back their fathers ' heritage : For foreign arms and aid they fondly sigh , Nor solely dare encounter hostile rage , Or tear their name defil'd from Slavery's mournful page . LXXVI . Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who ...
... gives them back their fathers ' heritage : For foreign arms and aid they fondly sigh , Nor solely dare encounter hostile rage , Or tear their name defil'd from Slavery's mournful page . LXXVI . Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who ...
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第 68 頁 - Look on its broken arch, its ruin'd wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul: Yes, this was once Ambition's airy hall, The dome of Thought, the palace of the Soul...
第 14 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?
第 23 頁 - Here didst thou dwell, here schemes of pleasure plan, Beneath yon mountain's ever beauteous brow, But now, as if a thing unblest by Man, Thy fairy dwelling is as lone as thou! Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow To halls deserted, portals gaping wide ; Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom, how Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied ; Swept into wrecks anon by Time's ungentle tide.
第 222 頁 - In vain my lyre would lightly breathe! The smile that sorrow fain would wear But mocks the woe that lurks beneath, Like roses o'er a sepulchre. Though gay companions o'er the bowl Dispel awhile the sense of ill: Though pleasure fires the maddening soul, The heart — the heart is lonely still!
第 77 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 231 頁 - As once I wept, if I could weep My tears might well be shed, To think I was not near to keep One vigil o'er thy bed; To gaze, how fondly ! on thy face, To fold thee in a faint embrace, Uphold thy drooping head; And show that love, however vain, Nor thou nor I can feel again.
第 105 頁 - Fair Greece ! sad relic of departed worth ! Immortal, though no more ; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scatter'd children forth, 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 Eurota's banks, and call thee from the tomb ? LXXIV.
第 203 頁 - The whole distance, from the place whence we started to our landing on the other side, including the length we were carried by the current, was computed by those on board the frigate at upwards of four English miles, though the actual breadth is barely one. The rapidity of the current is such that no boat can row directly across...
第 21 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 Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken Than those whereof such things the bard relates, Who to the awe-struck world unlock'd Elysium's gates?
第 230 頁 - Shall never more be thine. The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep ; Nor need I to repine, That all those charms have pass'd away I might have watch'd through long decay.