The works of ... lord Byron, 第 1~2 巻 |
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... smile for which my breast might vainly sigh , Could I to thee be ever more than friend : This much , dear maid , accord ; nor question why To one so young my strain I would commend , But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily blend ...
... smile for which my breast might vainly sigh , Could I to thee be ever more than friend : This much , dear maid , accord ; nor question why To one so young my strain I would commend , But bid me with my wreath one matchless lily blend ...
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... her den Now Paphian girls were known to sing and smile ; And monks might deem their time was come agen , If ancient tales say true , nor wrong these holy men . VIII . Yet oft - times in his maddest mirthful CHILDE HAROLD'S Canto I.
... her den Now Paphian girls were known to sing and smile ; And monks might deem their time was come agen , If ancient tales say true , nor wrong these holy men . VIII . Yet oft - times in his maddest mirthful CHILDE HAROLD'S Canto I.
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... female grace , Scarce would you deem that Saragoza's tower Beheld her smile in Danger's Gorgon face , Thin the closed ranks , and lead in Glory's fearful chase . LVI . Her lover sinks she sheds no ill - Canto I. 37 PILGRIMAGE .
... female grace , Scarce would you deem that Saragoza's tower Beheld her smile in Danger's Gorgon face , Thin the closed ranks , and lead in Glory's fearful chase . LVI . Her lover sinks she sheds no ill - Canto I. 37 PILGRIMAGE .
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... smile that sinks beneath his fate ? Nought that he saw his sadness could abate : Yet once he struggled ' gainst the ... smile not at my sullen brow , Alas ! I cannot smile again ; Yet heaven avert that ever thou Shouldst weep , and haply ...
... smile that sinks beneath his fate ? Nought that he saw his sadness could abate : Yet once he struggled ' gainst the ... smile not at my sullen brow , Alas ! I cannot smile again ; Yet heaven avert that ever thou Shouldst weep , and haply ...
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... worst . 9 . What is that worst ? Nay do not ask In pity from the search forbear : Smile on --- nor venture to unmask Man's heart , and view the Hell that's there . LXXXV . Adieu , fair Cadiz ! yea , a Canto I. 55 PILGRIMAGE .
... worst . 9 . What is that worst ? Nay do not ask In pity from the search forbear : Smile on --- nor venture to unmask Man's heart , and view the Hell that's there . LXXXV . Adieu , fair Cadiz ! yea , a Canto I. 55 PILGRIMAGE .
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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?