The Library of Poetry and Song, 第 3 卷William Cullen Bryant Doubleday, Page, 1925 - 1100 頁 "A comprehensive exhibit of poetic literature" -- Preface. A collection of English and American poetry on topics such as nature and childhood. |
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第 738 頁
... sound of the church - going bell These valleys and rocks never heard , Never sighed at the sound of a knell , Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared . Ye winds that have made me your sport , Convey 738 POEMS OF SENTIMENT AND REFLECTION .
... sound of the church - going bell These valleys and rocks never heard , Never sighed at the sound of a knell , Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared . Ye winds that have made me your sport , Convey 738 POEMS OF SENTIMENT AND REFLECTION .
第 743 頁
... sound the march of Time , Thy joyous youth began , but not to fade . When all the sister planets have decayed ; When wrapt in fire the realms of ether glow , And Heaven's last thunder shakes the world below ; Thou , undismayed , shalt o ...
... sound the march of Time , Thy joyous youth began , but not to fade . When all the sister planets have decayed ; When wrapt in fire the realms of ether glow , And Heaven's last thunder shakes the world below ; Thou , undismayed , shalt o ...
第 745 頁
... sound Shall bid thy prisoners be unbound . LINES GEORGE CROLY . WRITTEN BY ONE IN THE TOWER , BEING YOUNG AND CONDEMNED TO DIE . My prime of youth is but a frost of cares ; My feast of joy is but a dish of pain ; My crop of corn is but ...
... sound Shall bid thy prisoners be unbound . LINES GEORGE CROLY . WRITTEN BY ONE IN THE TOWER , BEING YOUNG AND CONDEMNED TO DIE . My prime of youth is but a frost of cares ; My feast of joy is but a dish of pain ; My crop of corn is but ...
第 747 頁
... sound . If heard aright , It is the knell of my departed hours : Drives headlong towards the precipice of death ! Death , most our dread ; death , thus more dread- ful made : O , what a riddle of absurdity ! " Leisure is pain ; takes ...
... sound . If heard aright , It is the knell of my departed hours : Drives headlong towards the precipice of death ! Death , most our dread ; death , thus more dread- ful made : O , what a riddle of absurdity ! " Leisure is pain ; takes ...
第 755 頁
... sound . Shall " cakes and ale " Grow rare to youth because we rail At school - boy dishes ? I never sat among The choir of Wisdom's song , But pretty lies loved I As much as any king , When youth was on the wing , And ( must it then be ...
... sound . Shall " cakes and ale " Grow rare to youth because we rail At school - boy dishes ? I never sat among The choir of Wisdom's song , But pretty lies loved I As much as any king , When youth was on the wing , And ( must it then be ...
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第 798 頁 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
第 920 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 858 頁 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
第 822 頁 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
第 876 頁 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
第 737 頁 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands; And, having nothing, yet hath all.
第 822 頁 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
第 812 頁 - 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. "But not the praise...
第 876 頁 - Cassius' dagger through: See, what a rent the envious Casca made: Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd ; And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar...
第 853 頁 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...