The Works of Lord Byron, 第 1 巻Carey, 1843 |
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... turn to linger as you go , From loftier rocks new loveliness survey And rest ye at " Our Lady's house of woe ; Where frugal monks their little relics show , And sundry legends to the stranger tell Here impious men have punish'd been ...
... turn to linger as you go , From loftier rocks new loveliness survey And rest ye at " Our Lady's house of woe ; Where frugal monks their little relics show , And sundry legends to the stranger tell Here impious men have punish'd been ...
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... turn'd a nation's shallow joy to gloom . Here Folly dash'd to earth the victor's plume , And Policy regain'd what arms had lost : For chiefs like ours in vain may laurels bloom ! Woe to the conqu'ring , not the conquer'd host , Since ...
... turn'd a nation's shallow joy to gloom . Here Folly dash'd to earth the victor's plume , And Policy regain'd what arms had lost : For chiefs like ours in vain may laurels bloom ! Woe to the conqu'ring , not the conquer'd host , Since ...
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... turn Morena's dusky height : Sustains aloft the battery's iron load ; And , far as mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain - howitzer , the broken road , The bristling palisade , the fosse o'erflow'd , The station'd bands , the ...
... turn Morena's dusky height : Sustains aloft the battery's iron load ; And , far as mortal eye can compass sight , The mountain - howitzer , the broken road , The bristling palisade , the fosse o'erflow'd , The station'd bands , the ...
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... turn'd aside to pay my homage here ; Forgot the land , the sons , the maids of Spain ; Her fate , to every freeborn bosom dear : And hail'd thee , not perchance without a tear . Now to my theme - but from thy holy haunt Let me some ...
... turn'd aside to pay my homage here ; Forgot the land , the sons , the maids of Spain ; Her fate , to every freeborn bosom dear : And hail'd thee , not perchance without a tear . Now to my theme - but from thy holy haunt Let me some ...
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... turns . LXVIII . The Sabbath comes , a day of blessed rest ; What hallows it upon this Christian shore ? Lo ! it is sacred to a solemn feast ; Hark ! heard you not the forest - monarch's roar ? Crashing the lance , he snuffs the ...
... turns . LXVIII . The Sabbath comes , a day of blessed rest ; What hallows it upon this Christian shore ? Lo ! it is sacred to a solemn feast ; Hark ! heard you not the forest - monarch's roar ? Crashing the lance , he snuffs the ...
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105 ページ - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd 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...
104 ページ - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men...
190 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.
190 ページ - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
472 ページ - Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray — An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own...
66 ページ - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth...
190 ページ - Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
126 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! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
468 ページ - And through the crevice and the cleft Of the thick wall is fallen and left: Creeping o'er the floor so damp, Like a marsh's meteor lamp: And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing! For in these limbs its teeth remain...
124 ページ - He is an evening reveller who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still, There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil. Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.