Studies in English poetry [an anthology] with biogr. sketches and notes by J. PayneJoseph Payne 1859 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果，共 29 筆
第 vii 頁
... Bells , the Edgar Poe 192 Boadicea Cowper Bower of Bliss , the Spenser 262 Burial of Sir John Moore , the Wolfe . 90 Butterfly , to the . Rogers 73 Butterfly , the Spenser 265 Calendar of Flora , the Charlotte Smith 23 Cataract , on a ...
... Bells , the Edgar Poe 192 Boadicea Cowper Bower of Bliss , the Spenser 262 Burial of Sir John Moore , the Wolfe . 90 Butterfly , to the . Rogers 73 Butterfly , the Spenser 265 Calendar of Flora , the Charlotte Smith 23 Cataract , on a ...
第 26 頁
... bells so lightly rayed , With young Aurora's rosy hue , Are to the noontide sun displayed , But shut their plaits against the dew . ( 1 ) Hieracium - hawkweed . ( 2 ) Plumy - feathery , from the Latin pluma , a feather . ( 3 ) Radiate ...
... bells so lightly rayed , With young Aurora's rosy hue , Are to the noontide sun displayed , But shut their plaits against the dew . ( 1 ) Hieracium - hawkweed . ( 2 ) Plumy - feathery , from the Latin pluma , a feather . ( 3 ) Radiate ...
第 27 頁
... bell That in our path untrodden lie , Are sweet remembrancers , who tell How fast the winged moments fly . A SPANISH BULL - FIGHT . THE lists are oped , the spacious area cleared , Thousands on thousands piled are seated round ; Long ...
... bell That in our path untrodden lie , Are sweet remembrancers , who tell How fast the winged moments fly . A SPANISH BULL - FIGHT . THE lists are oped , the spacious area cleared , Thousands on thousands piled are seated round ; Long ...
第 46 頁
... bell was rung , The battle was not half done . " It would appear from this quotation that the evening bell , or curfew , was substituted by the moderniser , after the Reformation , for the vesper bell of the ancient writer . This ex ...
... bell was rung , The battle was not half done . " It would appear from this quotation that the evening bell , or curfew , was substituted by the moderniser , after the Reformation , for the vesper bell of the ancient writer . This ex ...
第 60 頁
... bell - time indefinite- sounding in the evening , and fancifully considered as announcing the death of the day . ( 3 ) Lea - from the Anglo - Saxon leag , laid land - land that lies untilled - a meadow or pasture . Lea is connected with ...
... bell - time indefinite- sounding in the evening , and fancifully considered as announcing the death of the day . ( 3 ) Lea - from the Anglo - Saxon leag , laid land - land that lies untilled - a meadow or pasture . Lea is connected with ...
常見字詞
allusion ancient Anglo-Saxon ARTHUR HALL beam beauty bells Ben Jonson beneath blest bliss breast breath bright Cæsar called charm Chaucer cloth clouds Cowper crown dark death deep delight doth earth Edition English ENGLISH POETRY eternal eyes Faerie Faerie Queene fair fame fancy Fcap fear flowers gilt edges glory golden grace Greece Grongar Hill hand hast hath heart heaven hills honour Il Penseroso Illustrations JOHN CUMMING king Latin light lines living Lord Lycidas Milton mind morning mountain muse nature never night numbers o'er Paradise Paradise Lost pleasure poem poet poetical poetry Post 8vo praise pride Queen rills rise rocks Rome round says scene shade Shakspere silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stanza star stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought vale verse voice wave wild winds wings Woodcuts word
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第 84 頁 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
第 70 頁 - Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise, Nor vice; who never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise, Nor rules of state, but rules of good; Who hath his life from rumours freed; Whose conscience is his strong retreat; Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make oppressors great; Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless...
第 198 頁 - And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death ; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light.
第 316 頁 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
第 304 頁 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and, with new spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves.
第 65 頁 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
第 301 頁 - And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the Canker to the Rose, Or Taint-worm to the weanling Herds that graze, Or Frost to Flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the White-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to Shepherd's ear.
第 279 頁 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
第 301 頁 - Ay me! I fondly dream! Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
第 280 頁 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...