Cuộc hành hương của chàng hiệp sĩ Childe Harolds - Khúc thứ ba (21) Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (21)

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (21)

There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium’s capital had gather’d then
Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright
The lamps shone o’er fair women and brave men;
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look’d love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage-bell;
But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!