Simple English poems, ed. by H.C. BowenHerbert Courthope Bowen 1879 |
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第 33 頁
... holy ground , Which first their brave feet trod ! They have left unstain'd what there they found- Freedom to worship God ! 40 SIR WALTER SCOTT : 1771-1832 . ROSABELLE . O LISTEN , listen , ladies gay ! No haughty feat of arms I tell ...
... holy ground , Which first their brave feet trod ! They have left unstain'd what there they found- Freedom to worship God ! 40 SIR WALTER SCOTT : 1771-1832 . ROSABELLE . O LISTEN , listen , ladies gay ! No haughty feat of arms I tell ...
第 35 頁
... holy vault doth hold- But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle ! 45 And each Saint Clair was buried there , With candle , with book , and with knell ; But the sea - caves rung , and the wild winds sung , The dirge of lovely Rosabelle . THE ...
... holy vault doth hold- But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle ! 45 And each Saint Clair was buried there , With candle , with book , and with knell ; But the sea - caves rung , and the wild winds sung , The dirge of lovely Rosabelle . THE ...
第 38 頁
... All mild , amid the rout profane , 125 The holy hermit pour'd his prayer ; " Forbear with blood God's house to stain ; Revere his altar , and forbear ! " The meanest brute has rights to plead , Which 38 PT . I. SIMPLE ENGLISH POEMS .
... All mild , amid the rout profane , 125 The holy hermit pour'd his prayer ; " Forbear with blood God's house to stain ; Revere his altar , and forbear ! " The meanest brute has rights to plead , Which 38 PT . I. SIMPLE ENGLISH POEMS .
第 39 頁
... Holy or not , or right or wrong , Thy altar , and its rites , I spurn ; Not sainted martyrs ' sacred song , Not God himself , shall make me turn ! " 140 He spurs his horse , he winds his horn , " Hark forward , forward , holla , ho ...
... Holy or not , or right or wrong , Thy altar , and its rites , I spurn ; Not sainted martyrs ' sacred song , Not God himself , shall make me turn ! " 140 He spurs his horse , he winds his horn , " Hark forward , forward , holla , ho ...
第 59 頁
... holy place . SIR WALTER SCOTT . SIR WALTER SCOTT was born in Edinburgh in the year 1771 , and was educated at its High School and University ; but delicate health led to his passing a great part of his boyhood in the country - in the ...
... holy place . SIR WALTER SCOTT . SIR WALTER SCOTT was born in Edinburgh in the year 1771 , and was educated at its High School and University ; but delicate health led to his passing a great part of his boyhood in the country - in the ...
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第 33 頁 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse. The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?
第 31 頁 - Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
第 31 頁 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
第 9 頁 - And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe: For all averred I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
第 12 頁 - Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
第 13 頁 - 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 32 頁 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
第 60 頁 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
第 30 頁 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight...