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第 96 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 96 頁 - Horror the soul of the plot. But see, amid the mimic rout, A crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes! - it writhes! - with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued.
第 35 頁 - How pleasant to know Mr Lear ! Who has written such volumes of stuff ! Some think him ill-tempered and queer, But a few think him pleasant enough.
第 97 頁 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom, And conquered her scruples and gloom ; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb, By the door of a legended tomb ; And I said — "What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?" She replied — "Ulalume — Ulalume — 'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!
第 47 頁 - I will stand here for humanity, and though I would make it kind, I would make it true. Let us affront and reprimand the smooth mediocrity and squalid contentment of the times, and hurl in the face of custom, and trade, and office, the fact which is the upshot of all history, that there is...
第 98 頁 - When it is so, when thou hast taken them I joyously sing the dead, Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee, Laved in the flood of thy bliss O death. From me to thee glad serenades, Dances for thee I propose saluting thee, adornments and feastings for thee, And the sights of the open landscape and the high-spread sky are fitting, And life and the fields, and the huge and thoughtful night.
第 99 頁 - From a spring but a very few Feet under ground — From a cavern not very far Down under ground. And ah ! let it never Be foolishly said That my room it is gloomy And narrow my bed; For man never slept In a different bed — And, to sleep, you must slumber In just such a bed. My tantalized spirit Here blandly reposes, Forgetting or never Regretting its roses — Its old agitations Of myrtles and roses : For now, while so quietly Lying, it fancies A holier odour About it of .pansies — A rosemary...
第 19 頁 - It is the only civilized form of autobiography, as it deals not with the events, but with the thoughts of one's life; not with life's physical accidents of deed or circumstance, but with the spiritual moods and imaginative passions of the mind. I am always amused by the silly vanity of those writers and artists of our day who seem to imagine that the primary function of the critic is to chatter about their second-rate work.
第 63 頁 - Hartley's feet. They're all together this time, and the end is come. May the Almighty God have mercy on Bartley's soul, and on Michael's soul, and on the souls of Sheamus and Patch, and Stephen and Shawn (bending her head) ; and may He have mercy on my soul, Nora, and on the soul of every one is left living in the world.
第 66 頁 - Come along with me now, lady of the house, and it's not my blather you'll be hearing only, but you'll be hearing the herons crying out over the black lakes, and you'll be hearing the grouse and the owls with them, and the larks and the big thrushes when the days are warm...