The Chilswell Book of English PoetryLongmans, Green, 1924 - 272 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 47 筆
第 4 頁
... , Even the billows of the sea , Hung their heads and then lay by . In sweet music is such art , Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep , or hearing die . Shakespeare . 7 Spring SPRING , the sweet Spring , is the 4.
... , Even the billows of the sea , Hung their heads and then lay by . In sweet music is such art , Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep , or hearing die . Shakespeare . 7 Spring SPRING , the sweet Spring , is the 4.
第 10 頁
... head a grass - green turf , At his heels a stone . White his shroud as the mountain snow , Larded with sweet flowers , Which bewept to the grave did go With true - love showers Shakespeare . 16 Jog on , jog on , the footpath way , And ...
... head a grass - green turf , At his heels a stone . White his shroud as the mountain snow , Larded with sweet flowers , Which bewept to the grave did go With true - love showers Shakespeare . 16 Jog on , jog on , the footpath way , And ...
第 16 頁
... the morrow : We thought , as we hollow'd his narrow bed And smooth'd down his lonely pillow , That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head , And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone , And 16.
... the morrow : We thought , as we hollow'd his narrow bed And smooth'd down his lonely pillow , That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head , And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone , And 16.
第 19 頁
... head ! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead . My Captain does not answer , his lips are pale and still , My father does not feel my arm , he has no pulse nor will ; The ship is anchor'd safe and sound , its ...
... head ! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead . My Captain does not answer , his lips are pale and still , My father does not feel my arm , he has no pulse nor will ; The ship is anchor'd safe and sound , its ...
第 24 頁
... head , And sit down by their bed . . . Blake . 35 Gradle Song SWEET and low , sweet and low , Wind of the western sea , Low , low , breathe and blow , Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go , Come from the dying moon , and ...
... head , And sit down by their bed . . . Blake . 35 Gradle Song SWEET and low , sweet and low , Wind of the western sea , Low , low , breathe and blow , Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go , Come from the dying moon , and ...
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第 175 頁 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
第 163 頁 - 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 16 頁 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
第 175 頁 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
第 174 頁 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
第 162 頁 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these?
第 205 頁 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
第 85 頁 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
第 18 頁 - O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
第 26 頁 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.