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Long absent HarolD re - appears at last ; He of the breast which fain no more
would feel , Wrung with the wounds which kill not , but ne ' er heal ; Yet Time ,
who changes all , had alter ' d him In soul and aspect as in age : years steal Fire
from ...
Long absent HarolD re - appears at last ; He of the breast which fain no more
would feel , Wrung with the wounds which kill not , but ne ' er heal ; Yet Time ,
who changes all , had alter ' d him In soul and aspect as in age : years steal Fire
from ...
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But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell , And there hath been thy bane ; there is a fire
And motion of the soul which will not dwell In its own narrow being , but aspire
Beyond the fitting medium of desire ; And , but once kindled , quenchless
evermore ...
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell , And there hath been thy bane ; there is a fire
And motion of the soul which will not dwell In its own narrow being , but aspire
Beyond the fitting medium of desire ; And , but once kindled , quenchless
evermore ...
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With night , and clouds , and thunder , and a soul To make these felt and feeling ,
well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing
voices , is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless , - if I rest . But where of ye , oh ...
With night , and clouds , and thunder , and a soul To make these felt and feeling ,
well may be Things that have made me watchful ; the far roll Of your departing
voices , is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless , - if I rest . But where of ye , oh ...
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Italia ! too , Italia ! looking on thee , Full flashes on the soul the light of ages ,
Since the fierce Carthaginian almost won thee , To the last halo of the chiefs and
sages , Who glorify thy consecrated pages ; Thou wert the throne and grave of ...
Italia ! too , Italia ! looking on thee , Full flashes on the soul the light of ages ,
Since the fierce Carthaginian almost won thee , To the last halo of the chiefs and
sages , Who glorify thy consecrated pages ; Thou wert the throne and grave of ...
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... And as the ocean many bays will make , That ask the eye — so here condense
thy soul To more immediate objects , and control Thy thoughts until thy mind hath
got by heart Its eloquent proportions , and unroll In mighty graduations , part by ...
... And as the ocean many bays will make , That ask the eye — so here condense
thy soul To more immediate objects , and control Thy thoughts until thy mind hath
got by heart Its eloquent proportions , and unroll In mighty graduations , part by ...
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179 ページ - 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.
87 ページ - I STOOD in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand ; I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
14 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...
15 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 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...
17 ページ - The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array ! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent...
31 ページ - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, •which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
157 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.
157 ページ - Were with his heart, and that was far away; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday— All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged? Arise! ye Goths, and glut your ire!
41 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...
62 ページ - I have not loved the world, nor the world me, But let us part fair foes; I do believe, Though I have found them not, that there may be Words which are things, hopes which will not deceive, And virtues which are merciful, nor weave Snares for the failing; I would also deem O'er others...
書誌情報
| 書籍名 | The Works of Lord Byron: Childe Harold's pilgrimage The Works of Lord Byron 第 第 2 巻 巻, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| 著者 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron |
| 出版社 | John Murray, 1821 |
| 書籍の提供元 | オックスフォード大学 |
| デジタル化された日 | 2007年9月24日 |
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