The Works of Lord Byron, 第 1 卷Carey, 1843 |
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第 11 頁
... feels relief by bidding sorrow flow , Nor sought he friend to counsel or condole , Whate'er this grief mote be , which ... feel Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal . XI . His house , his home , his heritage CANTO I. 11 ...
... feels relief by bidding sorrow flow , Nor sought he friend to counsel or condole , Whate'er this grief mote be , which ... feel Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal . XI . His house , his home , his heritage CANTO I. 11 ...
第 22 頁
... feel the shock . XXXIX . Lo ! where the Giant on the mountain stands , His blood - red tresses deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fix ...
... feel the shock . XXXIX . Lo ! where the Giant on the mountain stands , His blood - red tresses deep'ning in the sun , With death - shot glowing in his fiery hands , And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls , now fix ...
第 41 頁
... feel , or imagine , the regret with which the ruins of cities , once the capitals of empires , are beheld : the reflections suggested by such objects are too trite to require recapitulation . But never did the littleness of man , and ...
... feel , or imagine , the regret with which the ruins of cities , once the capitals of empires , are beheld : the reflections suggested by such objects are too trite to require recapitulation . But never did the littleness of man , and ...
第 45 頁
... feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering shrines removed By British hands , which it had best behoved To guard those relics ne'er to be restored . Curst be ...
... feels as lovers o'er the dust they loved ; Dull is the eye that will not weep to see Thy walls defaced , thy mouldering shrines removed By British hands , which it had best behoved To guard those relics ne'er to be restored . Curst be ...
第 47 頁
... feel We once have loved , though love is at an end : The heart , lone mourner of its baffled zeal , Though friendless now , will dream it had a friend . Who with the weight of years would wish to bend , When Youth itself survives young ...
... feel We once have loved , though love is at an end : The heart , lone mourner of its baffled zeal , Though friendless now , will dream it had a friend . Who with the weight of years would wish to bend , When Youth itself survives young ...
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第 174 頁 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
第 101 頁 - But hark! — that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! Arm! Arm! it is! — it is! — the cannon's opening roar!
第 137 頁 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
第 113 頁 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below.
第 155 頁 - Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death-bed, and, unworn Its steady...
第 472 頁 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell — My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are : — even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.
第 101 頁 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance; let joy be unconfined ! No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet...
第 186 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 46 頁 - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
第 303 頁 - Or, since that hope denied in worlds of strife, Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life ! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away...