大家的评论 - 撰写书评
amaranth appearance autumn banks beautiful bees beneath birds bloom blue boughs branches breath bright buds called chaffinch charms Christmas clouds colours cowslip cuckoo daisies dark deep deer delight earth eyes feel feet fieldfares fields flowers foliage forest fragrance garden gipsy grass green groves hand happy hath head heard heart heath heaven hedge hills insects Izaak Walton labour ladybird leaf leaves Leigh Hunt light Lincolnshire look May-pole meadows merry merry England month morning Nabal Nature nest never night o'er pleasant pleasure poetry quadrupeds red deer rich ringdove Robin Hood rose round says scene scenery season seems seen shade sight silent singing sleep song sound spring squire stone-curlew stream summer sweet thee thou throws thrush titmouse trees valleys voice walk Wamba wander waving weather wild wind wings winter Woodcock woods yellow young
第167页 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
第5页 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
第255页 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
第157页 - With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
第166页 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness...
第144页 - To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And, sweet as Flora...
第275页 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar Comes down upon the waters, all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse ; And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
第275页 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
第250页 - Immortal amarant, a flower which once In Paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom ; but soon for man's offence To heaven removed where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er Elysian flowers her amber stream...