The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, 第 8 巻 |
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... Rome's imperial hill . CXI . Thus far have I proceeded in a theme Renew'd with no kind auspices : : - to feel We are not what we have been , and to deem We are not what we should be , -and to steel The heart against itself ; and to ...
... Rome's imperial hill . CXI . Thus far have I proceeded in a theme Renew'd with no kind auspices : : - to feel We are not what we have been , and to deem We are not what we should be , -and to steel The heart against itself ; and to ...
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... Rome have been more recently . The poem also , or the pilgrim , or both , have accompanied me from first to last ; and perhaps it may be a pardonable vanity which induces me to reflect with complacency on a composition which in some ...
... Rome have been more recently . The poem also , or the pilgrim , or both , have accompanied me from first to last ; and perhaps it may be a pardonable vanity which induces me to reflect with complacency on a composition which in some ...
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... Rome , heard the simple lament of the labourers ' chorus , " Roma ! Roma ! Roma ! Roma non è più come era prima , " it was difficult not to contrast this melancholy dirge with the bacchanal roar of the songs of exultation still yelled ...
... Rome , heard the simple lament of the labourers ' chorus , " Roma ! Roma ! Roma ! Roma non è più come era prima , " it was difficult not to contrast this melancholy dirge with the bacchanal roar of the songs of exultation still yelled ...
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... Rome ' And even since , and now , fair Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world , the home Of all Art yields , and Nature ( 1 ) can decree ; Even in thy desert , what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful , thy waste More rich ...
... Rome ' And even since , and now , fair Italy ! Thou art the garden of the world , the home Of all Art yields , and Nature ( 1 ) can decree ; Even in thy desert , what is like to thee ? Thy very weeds are beautiful , thy waste More rich ...
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... Rome's least - mortal mind , The friend of Tully : as my bark did skim The bright blue waters with a fanning wind , Came Megara before me , and behind Ægina lay , Piræus on the right , And Corinth on the left ; I lay reclined Along the ...
... Rome's least - mortal mind , The friend of Tully : as my bark did skim The bright blue waters with a fanning wind , Came Megara before me , and behind Ægina lay , Piræus on the right , And Corinth on the left ; I lay reclined Along the ...
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267 ページ - 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.
144 ページ - Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
249 ページ - 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.
205 ページ - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters ; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse : And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains ; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
142 ページ - 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 But hark!
77 ページ - But 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 flattered, followed, sought and sued ; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
144 ページ - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
143 ページ - Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
174 ページ - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
165 ページ - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...