Literary leaves, or, Prose and verse: chiefly written in India, 第 1-2 卷W. H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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... NIGHT . ] Yon cloud - arch spreads , -the black waves curl and foam Beneath the coming tempest ; -Lo ! ' tis here ! The fierce insatiate winds , like demons , howl Around the labouring bark . Her snow - white sails , Outspread like ...
... NIGHT . ] Yon cloud - arch spreads , -the black waves curl and foam Beneath the coming tempest ; -Lo ! ' tis here ! The fierce insatiate winds , like demons , howl Around the labouring bark . Her snow - white sails , Outspread like ...
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... [ NIGHT . ] The day - beams slowly fade , and shadowy night , Soft as a gradual dream , serenely steals Over the watery waste . Like low - breathed strains Of distant music on the doubtful ear , When solitude and silence reign around ...
... [ NIGHT . ] The day - beams slowly fade , and shadowy night , Soft as a gradual dream , serenely steals Over the watery waste . Like low - breathed strains Of distant music on the doubtful ear , When solitude and silence reign around ...
第 29 頁
... night . Each year of our life is a step lower on the radiant ladder that leads to heaven , and when we at last descend into the horrible vault of death , our best hope is that we may rise again to a state resembling the happy purity of ...
... night . Each year of our life is a step lower on the radiant ladder that leads to heaven , and when we at last descend into the horrible vault of death , our best hope is that we may rise again to a state resembling the happy purity of ...
第 33 頁
... Night's ' enjoyments are cheaply purchased by a week of labour . Children are not less precious to the English peasant than they were to the Roman matron . They are alike the jewels ' of the high - born and the humble . 6 But even in a ...
... Night's ' enjoyments are cheaply purchased by a week of labour . Children are not less precious to the English peasant than they were to the Roman matron . They are alike the jewels ' of the high - born and the humble . 6 But even in a ...
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... night - the pleasant tone Of truant rills when o'er the pebbled ground Their silver voices tremble - the calm sound Of rustling leaves in noon - tide forests lone- The cheerful song of birds — the hum of bees- The zephyrs ' dance that ...
... night - the pleasant tone Of truant rills when o'er the pebbled ground Their silver voices tremble - the calm sound Of rustling leaves in noon - tide forests lone- The cheerful song of birds — the hum of bees- The zephyrs ' dance that ...
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第 130 頁 - Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease; 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise...
第 127 頁 - Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be, In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.
第 267 頁 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
第 342 頁 - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
第 16 頁 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
第 95 頁 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell!
第 12 頁 - ... this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
第 13 頁 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
第 193 頁 - Where virtue is, these are more virtuous ; Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove: And on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy ! lago.
第 89 頁 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...