 I'm in the world alone, Upon the wide, wide sea ; But why should I for others groan, When none will sigh for me? Perchance my dog will whine in vain, Till fed by stranger hands ; But long ere I come back again He'd tear me where he stands. With thee,...  The works, of ... lord Byron - 第 15 頁George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) 著 - 1819完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 頁
...Rut long ere I come back again, He'd tear me w here he stands. PILGRIMAGE. "Withthee, my bark, I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what...me to, So not again to mine. Welcome, welcome, ye dark-blue waves ! And when yon fnil my sight, Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves! My native Land —... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 170 頁
...Nor care what land thou bcar'st me to So not again to mine. Welcome, welcome, ye dark-blue wave! ! And when you fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves ! My native Land— Good Night !" XIV. On, on the vessel flies, the land is gone, And winds are rnde in Biscay's sleepless bay. Four days... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1828 - 780 頁
...brine; Nor care what land thou bear'&t me tú, So not again to miue. Welcome, welcome, ye dark-blue waves ! And when you fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves! My native Land — Good Might!» XIV. On, on the vessel flics, the land is gone, And winds arc rude in Biscay's sleepless bay.... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - 290 頁
...hands ; But long ere 1 come back again, He'd tear me where he stand? 10. " With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine; Nor care what...and ye caves ! My native Land — Good Night !" XIV. On, on the vessel flies, the land is gone, And winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay. " Four days... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1831 - 376 頁
...brine; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to, So not again to mine. Welcome, welcome, ye dark-blue waves! And when you fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves! My native Land— Good Night!" •\ 9. ,? On, on the vessel flies, the land is gone, And winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless hay.... | |
 | 1831 - 272 頁
...native land, good night ! With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor heed what land thou bear'st me to, So not again to mine . Welcome, welcome, ye dark^blue waves^ And when ye fail my sight, • Welcome ye desarts and ye caves—- My native land,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832 - 488 頁
...hands ; But long ere I come back again, He 'd tear me where he stands. 10. " With thee, my bark, I 'II swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what...and ye caves ! My native Land — Good Night !" XIV. On, on the vessel flies, the knd is gone, And winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay. Four days are... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832 - 488 頁
...hands ; But long ere I come back again, He M tear me where he stands. 10. ' ' With thee, my bark, I 'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what...and ye caves ! My native Land — Good Night !" XIV. On, on the vessel flies, the land is gone, And winds are rude in Biscay's sleepless bay. Four days... | |
 | Enoch Cobb Wines - 1832 - 282 頁
...could not indeed adopt the language of Byron when he set sail from England, "With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to^ So not again to mine." I was not so reckless of kindred and home as this. After an eternal exile from my own country I had... | |
 | 1834 - 480 頁
...and thee, •My native land — good night ! With thee, my bark, 111 swiftly go Athwart the roaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to —...mine. Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves. And, when ye fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts and ye caves. My native land — good night ! FORGET ME NOT,... | |
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