Cuộc hành hương của chàng hiệp sĩ Childe Harolds - Khúc thứ ba (15) Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (15)

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (15)

But in Man’s dwellings he became a thing
Restless and worn, and stern and wearisome,
Droop’d as a wild-born falcon with clipt wing,
To whom the boundless air alone were home:
Then came his fit again, which to o’ercome,
As eagerly the barr’d-up bird will beat
His breast and beak against his wiry dome
Till the blood tinge his plumage, so the heat
Of his impeded soul would through his bosom eat.