The works of ... lord Byron, 第 1〜2 巻 |
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... foes in fight o'erthrown , yet victors here , Where Scorn her finger points through many a coming year ? 1 XXVII . So deemed the Childe , as o'er the mountains he Did take his way in solitary guise : Sweet was the scene , yet soon he ...
... foes in fight o'erthrown , yet victors here , Where Scorn her finger points through many a coming year ? 1 XXVII . So deemed the Childe , as o'er the mountains he Did take his way in solitary guise : Sweet was the scene , yet soon he ...
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... Now must the pastor's arm his lambs defend : For Spain is compassed by unyielding foes , And all must shield their all , or share Subjection's woes . XXXII . Where Lusitania and her sister meet , Deem Canto I. 25 PILGRIMAGE .
... Now must the pastor's arm his lambs defend : For Spain is compassed by unyielding foes , And all must shield their all , or share Subjection's woes . XXXII . Where Lusitania and her sister meet , Deem Canto I. 25 PILGRIMAGE .
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... foe , the victim , and the fond ally That fights for all , but ever fights in vain , Are met ― as if at home they could not die To feed the crow on Talavera's plain , And fertilize the field that each pretends to gain . XLII . There ...
... foe , the victim , and the fond ally That fights for all , but ever fights in vain , Are met ― as if at home they could not die To feed the crow on Talavera's plain , And fertilize the field that each pretends to gain . XLII . There ...
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... foes should boast and bleed ! Peace to the perished ! may the warrior's meed And tears of triumph their reward prolong ! Till others fall where other chieftains lead Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng , And shine in worthless ...
... foes should boast and bleed ! Peace to the perished ! may the warrior's meed And tears of triumph their reward prolong ! Till others fall where other chieftains lead Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng , And shine in worthless ...
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... foe was Andalusia's guest : Here was the camp , the watch - flame , and the host , Here the bold peasant stormed the dragon's nest ; Still does he mark it with triumphant boast , And points to yonder cliffs , which oft were won and lost ...
... foe was Andalusia's guest : Here was the camp , the watch - flame , and the host , Here the bold peasant stormed the dragon's nest ; Still does he mark it with triumphant boast , And points to yonder cliffs , which oft were won and lost ...
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15 ページ - Oh, Christ ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land ! What fruits of fragrance blush on every tree ! What goodly prospects o'er the hills expand...
82 ページ - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie, And the purple of Ocean is deepest in dye; Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, And all, save the spirit of man, is divine? 'Tis the clime of the East; 'tis the land of the Sun— Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done ? Oh! wild as the accents of lovers...
17 ページ - The sunken glen, whose sunless shrubs must weep, The tender azure of the unruffled deep, The orange tints that gild the greenest bough, The torrents that from cliff to valley leap, The vine on high, the willow branch below, Mix'd in one mighty scene, with varied beauty glow.
106 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...
27 ページ - Hark ! — heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note ? Sounds not the clang of conflict on the heath? Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote ; Nor saved your brethren ere they sank beneath Tyrants and tyrants' slaves? — the fires of death, The bale-fires flash on high : — from rock to rock Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury siroc, Red battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock.
71 ページ - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er, or rarely been; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean;. This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.
83 ページ - Zitza!" from thy shady brow, Thou small, but favour'd spot of holy ground ! Where'er we gaze, around, above, below, What rainbow tints, what magic charms are found! Rock, river, forest, mountain all abound, And bluest skies that harmonize the whole : Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.
120 ページ - 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, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray.
101 ページ - Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow? By their right arms the conquest must be wrought? Will Gaul or Muscovite redress ye ? No ! True, they may lay your proud despoilers low, But not for you will freedom's altars flame.
99 ページ - Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scattered children forth, And long accustomed bondage uncreate?