A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter1861 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 46 筆
第 7 頁
... shades , and wanton winds , and gushing brooks , On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks , Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes , That on the green turf suck the honied showers , And purple all the ground with vernal ...
... shades , and wanton winds , and gushing brooks , On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks , Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes , That on the green turf suck the honied showers , And purple all the ground with vernal ...
第 12 頁
... shades of silent night , Spreads her pale petals to the lunar ray , And hails with balmy breath the silver light ; So virtue shuns the world's applause and gaze , In secret sheds her balmy sweets abroad , Nor seeks the voice of fame ...
... shades of silent night , Spreads her pale petals to the lunar ray , And hails with balmy breath the silver light ; So virtue shuns the world's applause and gaze , In secret sheds her balmy sweets abroad , Nor seeks the voice of fame ...
第 35 頁
... shade By the dark ivy's twine . At noonday here ' Tis twilight , and at sunset blackest night . SHELLEY . An English Landscape . THE thrushes sang , And shook my pulses and the elm's new leaves ; And then I turn'd and held my finger up ...
... shade By the dark ivy's twine . At noonday here ' Tis twilight , and at sunset blackest night . SHELLEY . An English Landscape . THE thrushes sang , And shook my pulses and the elm's new leaves ; And then I turn'd and held my finger up ...
第 41 頁
... shades that slanted o'er the green . There was wide wandering for the greediest eye To peer about upon variety ; Far round the horizon's crystal air to skim , And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim ; To picture out the quaint and ...
... shades that slanted o'er the green . There was wide wandering for the greediest eye To peer about upon variety ; Far round the horizon's crystal air to skim , And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim ; To picture out the quaint and ...
第 43 頁
... shades , which overlook The rocky pavement and the mossy falls Of solitary Wensbeck's limpid stream ! How gladly I recall your well - known seats Beloved of old , and that delightful time When all alone , for many a summer's day , I ...
... shades , which overlook The rocky pavement and the mossy falls Of solitary Wensbeck's limpid stream ! How gladly I recall your well - known seats Beloved of old , and that delightful time When all alone , for many a summer's day , I ...
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beauty behold beneath bird blessed blue breast breath breeze bright brow calm canopy of love clouds dark dead dear death deep divine doth dreams Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth eyes fair fear flowers gentle glory glow golden grave green hand hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill holy hour JOANNA BAILLIE land leaf light living lonely look look'd Lord loud lyre mighty Mnemosyne moon morn mountains Nature's ne'er never Nevermore night o'er ocean pass'd peace praise rest rills rise round Samian wine seem'd shade shadow shadows fall SHAKESPEARE shine shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thrush trees Twas voice waves weary wild wind wind-flowers wings woods WORDSWORTH
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第 192 頁 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
第 41 頁 - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
第 135 頁 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair, Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
第 43 頁 - tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith...
第 61 頁 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
第 192 頁 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
第 135 頁 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
第 287 頁 - Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born day Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
第 255 頁 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, ) That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot! Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry, "God for Harry! England and Saint George!
第 35 頁 - 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.