Poems, 第 1 卷Ticknor and Fields, 1850 |
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... Speaking of the Past unto the Present , Tell us of the ancient Games of Flowers ; In all places , then , and in all seasons , Flowers expand their light and soul - like wings , Teaching us , by most persuasive reasons , How akin they ...
... Speaking of the Past unto the Present , Tell us of the ancient Games of Flowers ; In all places , then , and in all seasons , Flowers expand their light and soul - like wings , Teaching us , by most persuasive reasons , How akin they ...
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... speak not of the Trojan name , Neither its glory nor its shame Has met our eyes ; Nor of Rome's great and glorious dead , Though we have heard so oft , and read , Their histories . Little avails it now to know Of ages passed so 68 ...
... speak not of the Trojan name , Neither its glory nor its shame Has met our eyes ; Nor of Rome's great and glorious dead , Though we have heard so oft , and read , Their histories . Little avails it now to know Of ages passed so 68 ...
第138页
... speak it here , Ye would stand aghast with fear ; I am a Prince of mighty sway ! " When he rode into the lists , The arch of heaven grew black with mists , And the castle ' gan to rock . At the first blow , Fell the youth from saddle ...
... speak it here , Ye would stand aghast with fear ; I am a Prince of mighty sway ! " When he rode into the lists , The arch of heaven grew black with mists , And the castle ' gan to rock . At the first blow , Fell the youth from saddle ...
第144页
... speaking from death's frost , Like fiery tongues at Pentecost ! Glimmer , as funeral lamps , Amid the chills and damps Of the vast plain where Death encamps ! BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS . 1842 . PREFACE . THERE 144 L'ENVOI .
... speaking from death's frost , Like fiery tongues at Pentecost ! Glimmer , as funeral lamps , Amid the chills and damps Of the vast plain where Death encamps ! BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS . 1842 . PREFACE . THERE 144 L'ENVOI .
第171页
... SPEAK ! speak ! thou fearful guest ! Who , with thy hollow breast Still in rude armour drest , Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms , But with thy fleshless palms Stretched , as if asking alms , Why dost thou haunt me ...
... SPEAK ! speak ! thou fearful guest ! Who , with thy hollow breast Still in rude armour drest , Comest to daunt me ! Wrapt not in Eastern balms , But with thy fleshless palms Stretched , as if asking alms , Why dost thou haunt me ...
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Alcalá angel ANGELICA art thou BALTASAR BARTOLOMÉ beautiful behold Beltran Cruzado Beware birds blessed breast breath bright brooklet cachucha Calés child CHISPA clouds Count of Lara dance dark dead Death DON CARLOS Don Dinero Dost thou doth dream earth Enter Exeunt eyes fair fall father fear flowers FRANCISCO gentle Gipsy girl gleams gold golden grave hand hear heart heaven holy HYPOLITO Jorge Manrique land leaves Life's light lips look Luck of Edenhall Madrid maiden MARTINA midnight moon night Nils Juel o'er PADRE CURA PEDRO CRESPO Pentecost poem Pray prayer PRECIOSA red planet Mars ring rise Saint SCENE shadows silent silver sing sleep smile soft song soul sound Spain speak star stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Timoneda unto VICTORIAN village voice wait wave weary wild wind woods
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第7页 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; "Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
第185页 - Last night the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see! " The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
第271页 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
第10页 - I have naught that is fair ?" saith he ; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
第143页 - INTO the Silent Land ! Ah ! who shall lead us thither ? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, O thither, Into the Silent Land...
第187页 - ... seaman's coat Against the stinging blast ; He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. "O father! I hear the church-bells ring, Oh say, what may it be?
第247页 - No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown,. Responds unto his own.
第181页 - Beating to sea again, Through the wild hurricane Bore I the maiden. " Three weeks we westward bore. And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to leeward; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which to this very hour Stands looking seaward.
第180页 - When the wind failed us ; And with a sudden flaw Came round the gusty Skaw, So that our foe we saw Laugh as he hailed us. " And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, Death ! was the helmsman's hail, Death without quarter...
第132页 - I KNOW a maiden fair to see, Take care ! She can both false and friendly be, Beware ! Beware ! Trust her not, She is fooling thee ! She has two eyes, so soft and brown, Take care ! She gives a side-glance and looks down, Beware ! Beware ! Trust her not, She is fooling thee...