The Works of Lord Byron, 第 1 卷Carey, 1843 |
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第 7 頁
... smile for which my breast might vainly sigh , Could I to thee be ever more than friend : This much , dear maid , accord ; nor question why To one so young my strain I would commend , But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily blend ...
... smile for which my breast might vainly sigh , Could I to thee be ever more than friend : This much , dear maid , accord ; nor question why To one so young my strain I would commend , But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily blend ...
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... smile ; And monks might deem their time was come agen , If ancient tales say true , nor wrong these holy men . VIII . Yet oft - times in his maddest mirthful mood Strange pangs would flash along Childe Harold's brow , As if the memory ...
... smile ; And monks might deem their time was come agen , If ancient tales say true , nor wrong these holy men . VIII . Yet oft - times in his maddest mirthful mood Strange pangs would flash along Childe Harold's brow , As if the memory ...
第 26 頁
... smile in Danger's Gorgon face , Thin the closed ranks , and lead in Glory's fearful chase . Her lover sinks - Her chief is slain Her fellows flee - - LVI . she sheds no ill - timed tear ; she fills his fatal post ; she checks their base ...
... smile in Danger's Gorgon face , Thin the closed ranks , and lead in Glory's fearful chase . Her lover sinks - Her chief is slain Her fellows flee - - LVI . she sheds no ill - timed tear ; she fills his fatal post ; she checks their base ...
第 33 頁
... smile that sinks beneath his fate ? Nought that he saw his sadness could abate : Yet once he struggled ' gainst the demon's sway , And as in Beauty's bower he pensive sate , Pour'd forth this unpremeditated lay , To charms as fair as ...
... smile that sinks beneath his fate ? Nought that he saw his sadness could abate : Yet once he struggled ' gainst the demon's sway , And as in Beauty's bower he pensive sate , Pour'd forth this unpremeditated lay , To charms as fair as ...
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George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Thomas Moore. TO INEZ . 1 . NAY , smile not at my sullen brow ; Alas ! I cannot smile again : Yet Heaven avert that ever thou Shouldst weep , and haply weep in vain . 2 . And dost thou ask , what secret ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron Thomas Moore. TO INEZ . 1 . NAY , smile not at my sullen brow ; Alas ! I cannot smile again : Yet Heaven avert that ever thou Shouldst weep , and haply weep in vain . 2 . And dost thou ask , what secret ...
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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...