Sabrinae Corolla in Hortulis Regiae Scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres viri [B. H. Kennedy, J. Riddell, and another], floribus legendisimpensis Georgii Bell in vico dicto Fleet Street, 1850 - 328 頁 |
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... wave , In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber - dropping hair ; Listen , for dear honour's sake , Goddess of the silver lake , Listen , and save ! MILTON . Δῖα Σαβρίνη , σέβας ὡραῖον , κλύθ ̓ ἵνα θακεῖς ὑπ ...
... wave , In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber - dropping hair ; Listen , for dear honour's sake , Goddess of the silver lake , Listen , and save ! MILTON . Δῖα Σαβρίνη , σέβας ὡραῖον , κλύθ ̓ ἵνα θακεῖς ὑπ ...
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... wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave , No torrents stain thy limpid source , No rocks impede thy dimpling course : Devolving from thy parent lake , A charming maze thy waters make , By bowers of birch , and groves of pine , And hedges ...
... wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave , No torrents stain thy limpid source , No rocks impede thy dimpling course : Devolving from thy parent lake , A charming maze thy waters make , By bowers of birch , and groves of pine , And hedges ...
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... waves not heard my agony ? Ah me ! alas , pain , pain ever , for ever ! The crawling glaciers pierce me with the spears Of their moon - freezing crystals ; the bright chains Eat with their burning cold into my bones . Heaven's winged ...
... waves not heard my agony ? Ah me ! alas , pain , pain ever , for ever ! The crawling glaciers pierce me with the spears Of their moon - freezing crystals ; the bright chains Eat with their burning cold into my bones . Heaven's winged ...
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... wave when they meet at night ! By the tear that shews when passion is nigh , As the rain - drop flows from the heat of the sky ! By the first love - beat of the youthful heart ; By the bliss to meet , and the pain to part ! By all that ...
... wave when they meet at night ! By the tear that shews when passion is nigh , As the rain - drop flows from the heat of the sky ! By the first love - beat of the youthful heart ; By the bliss to meet , and the pain to part ! By all that ...
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... waves flee ; They gallop along , With a roaring song , Away to the eager awaiting sea ! Down through the valleys , and over the rocks , And over the forests , the flood runs free ; And wherever it dashes , The oaks and the ashes Shrink ...
... waves flee ; They gallop along , With a roaring song , Away to the eager awaiting sea ! Down through the valleys , and over the rocks , And over the forests , the flood runs free ; And wherever it dashes , The oaks and the ashes Shrink ...
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第 196 頁 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
第 130 頁 - twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me scot and lot too. Counterfeit ? I lie, I am no counterfeit : to die, is to be a counterfeit ; for he is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man : but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed.
第 78 頁 - The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream : And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
第 156 頁 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
第 154 頁 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
第 248 頁 - They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths : their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.
第 114 頁 - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
第 266 頁 - Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or grey, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
第 152 頁 - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
第 258 頁 - For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether. Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me ; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.