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ballad beauty breath bright child close cloud Coleridge dark dead death deep delight dream earth English expression face fair fall feel feet field flower followed French give given gone Greek green hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour human Keats leaves less light lines live look Lord meaning metre Milton mind morning Nature never night o'er Ode to Duty once pass poem poet poetry rest rhymes river round seasons seems sense Shelley Shelley's silent sing sleep soft song sonnet soul sound spirit Spring stanza star sweet tears thee thine things thou thought tree trochaic verse voice waters waves wild wind Wordsworth written Yarrow youth
第218页 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook, In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
第89页 - The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee : A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company...
第127页 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest...
第75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54页 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon. Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
第73页 - The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight.
第43页 - Milton ! thou shouldst be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen. Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men : Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
第139页 - Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That Nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!