The Book of Gems: The eighteenth and nineteenth century. Wordsworth to TennysonSamuel Carter Hall Bell and Daldy, 1868 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 43 筆
第 33 頁
... should enter there . And sweetly did the pages fill With fond device and loving lore , And every leaf she turned was still More bright than that she turn'd before ! Beneath the touch of Hope , how soft , How. t 33 E J Portbury.
... should enter there . And sweetly did the pages fill With fond device and loving lore , And every leaf she turned was still More bright than that she turn'd before ! Beneath the touch of Hope , how soft , How. t 33 E J Portbury.
第 34 頁
... soft his voice and look , Yet Innocence , whene'er he came , Would tremble for her spotless book ! For still she saw his playful fingers Fill'd with sweets and wanton toys ; And well she knew the stain that lingers After sweets from ...
... soft his voice and look , Yet Innocence , whene'er he came , Would tremble for her spotless book ! For still she saw his playful fingers Fill'd with sweets and wanton toys ; And well she knew the stain that lingers After sweets from ...
第 44 頁
... soft colours wove , While the moist earth was laughing below . 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 ...
... soft colours wove , While the moist earth was laughing below . 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 ...
第 53 頁
... soft and doleful air , I sang an old and moving story— An old rude song that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary . She listened with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew , I could not choose But ...
... soft and doleful air , I sang an old and moving story— An old rude song that fitted well The ruin wild and hoary . She listened with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew , I could not choose But ...
第 55 頁
... soft bed of verdure . All is still , A balmy night ! and though the stars be dim , Yet let us think upon the vernal showers That gladden the green earth , and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars . And hark ! the ...
... soft bed of verdure . All is still , A balmy night ! and though the stars be dim , Yet let us think upon the vernal showers That gladden the green earth , and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars . And hark ! the ...
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第 47 頁 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
第 8 頁 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering, In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
第 276 頁 - The broken sheds look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He Cometh not...
第 127 頁 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
第 11 頁 - Milton ! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
第 6 頁 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind. And, even with something of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
第 4 頁 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
第 109 頁 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
第 8 頁 - Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
第 127 頁 - Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...