Select specimens of the English poets, ed. by A. De VereAubrey Thomas De Vere 1858 |
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第 78 頁
... rills , from leafy bowers , Thou thy Creator's goodness dost declare , And what dear gifts on thee He did not spare , A stain to human sense in sin that lowers . What soul can be so sick , which by thy songs ( Attired in sweetness ) ...
... rills , from leafy bowers , Thou thy Creator's goodness dost declare , And what dear gifts on thee He did not spare , A stain to human sense in sin that lowers . What soul can be so sick , which by thy songs ( Attired in sweetness ) ...
第 109 頁
... rills , doth measures treade Upon her bosom ' mongst her flow'ry rankes : There in another place beares downe the bankes Of some day - labouring wretch : heere meets a rill , And with their forces joynde cut out a mill Into an iland ...
... rills , doth measures treade Upon her bosom ' mongst her flow'ry rankes : There in another place beares downe the bankes Of some day - labouring wretch : heere meets a rill , And with their forces joynde cut out a mill Into an iland ...
第 150 頁
... rill , Nor up the lawn , nor at the wood was he . The next , with dirges due , in sad array , Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne ; Approach and read ( for thou canst read ) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon agèd ...
... rill , Nor up the lawn , nor at the wood was he . The next , with dirges due , in sad array , Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne ; Approach and read ( for thou canst read ) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon agèd ...
第 157 頁
... rills Were heard the lowing herds along the vale , And flocks loud bleating from the distant hills , And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would wail , Or stock - doves ' plain amid the forest deep ...
... rills Were heard the lowing herds along the vale , And flocks loud bleating from the distant hills , And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would wail , Or stock - doves ' plain amid the forest deep ...
第 200 頁
... rills , The silence that is in the starry sky , The sleep that is among the lonely hills . In him the savage virtue of the race , Revenge and all ferocious thoughts , were dead : Nor did he change ; but kept in lofty place The wisdom ...
... rills , The silence that is in the starry sky , The sleep that is among the lonely hills . In him the savage virtue of the race , Revenge and all ferocious thoughts , were dead : Nor did he change ; but kept in lofty place The wisdom ...
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第 253 頁 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
第 254 頁 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy...
第 252 頁 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
第 248 頁 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
第 47 頁 - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
第 18 頁 - And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle...
第 94 頁 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
第 149 頁 - The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death...
第 152 頁 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew. Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
第 44 頁 - Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.