Our Poetical Favorites, Second Series: A Selection from the Best Monor Poems of the English Language, Comprising Chiefly Longer PoemsSheldon, 1876 - 543页 |
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... With thy clear , keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest , but ne'er knew love's sad satiety . THE SKYLARK . Waking or asleep , Thou of death 14 OUR POETICAL FAVORITES .
... With thy clear , keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest , but ne'er knew love's sad satiety . THE SKYLARK . Waking or asleep , Thou of death 14 OUR POETICAL FAVORITES .
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... the blest , Has no song on its rippie , no star on its breast ; Oh ! that river is nothing like this , For it glides on in shadow beyond the world's west , Till it breaks into beauty and bliss . " I am lingering yet , but I linger alone ,
... the blest , Has no song on its rippie , no star on its breast ; Oh ! that river is nothing like this , For it glides on in shadow beyond the world's west , Till it breaks into beauty and bliss . " I am lingering yet , but I linger alone ,
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... shadow forever . BENJAMIN F. TAYLOR . Rhymes of the River . O River far - flowing , How broad thou art growing ! And ... shadows of roses yet rusted thereon ! Where willows are weeping , Where shadows are sleeping , Where the frown of ...
... shadow forever . BENJAMIN F. TAYLOR . Rhymes of the River . O River far - flowing , How broad thou art growing ! And ... shadows of roses yet rusted thereon ! Where willows are weeping , Where shadows are sleeping , Where the frown of ...
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... shadows of hovels are shed ; Creeping in , creeping out , As in dream , or in doubt , In the reeds and the rushes slow rocking the dead . When all crimson and gold , Slowly home to the fold Do the fleecy clouds flock to the gateway of ...
... shadows of hovels are shed ; Creeping in , creeping out , As in dream , or in doubt , In the reeds and the rushes slow rocking the dead . When all crimson and gold , Slowly home to the fold Do the fleecy clouds flock to the gateway of ...
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... shadow of the sail , A joy intense ; The cooling sense Glides down my drowsy indolence . With dreamful eyes My spirit lies Where Summer sings and never dies , — O'erveiled with vines , She glows and shines Among her future oil and wines ...
... shadow of the sail , A joy intense ; The cooling sense Glides down my drowsy indolence . With dreamful eyes My spirit lies Where Summer sings and never dies , — O'erveiled with vines , She glows and shines Among her future oil and wines ...
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常见术语和短语
ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty bells beneath bird bosom brave breast breath bright brow cheek clouds cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth face fair fancy feel flowers forever FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE gaze gleam glory glow golden grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre hope hour JEAN INGELOW JOHN GIBSON LOCKHART kiss land life's light lips live LOCKSLEY HALL look LORD BYRON Lycidas Maud Maud Muller morn mountain ne'er never Nevermore night o'er pale RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES rise river rose round Samian wine shadow shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars storm sweet Sweetest eyes tears tell thee thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou art thought Twas voice wandering watch wave weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wing young youth
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第283页 - Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
第299页 - Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
第67页 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
第224页 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
第267页 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
第84页 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
第13页 - Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view: Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves : Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers — All that ever was Joyous and clear...
第68页 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
第398页 - CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed,...
第79页 - ... rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I...