The Home Book of Verse for Young FolksH. Holt, 1923 - 538 頁 |
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Alfred Tennyson Baby Baby's birds blow blue Blynken Bob-o'-link bright brown chee child creeping cried dance dark dear door doth dream earth Eugene Field eyes fairy fits a little flowers girl gold grass gray green hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hill James Whitcomb Riley Jane Taylor King kissed Lamb land laughed leaves light little Dandelion Little Robin Redbreast live look merry milk moon morning mother mouse nest never night Norman Gale o'clock o'er pipe plant play poor pretty Raggedy rain Robert Louis Stevenson Robin Robin Hood round sail shining sing sleep smile snow song sound stars sweet tell thee There's things thou tree trot twas warm weary wild William William Blake William Cullen Bryant William Wordsworth wind wings
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第 340 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 412 頁 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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 189 頁 - I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
第 405 頁 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair...
第 395 頁 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
第 413 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. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
第 405 頁 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness!* Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
第 340 頁 - 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. No useless coffin enclosed his breast ; not in sheet or in shroud we wound him ; but he lay like a warrior taking his rest, with his martial cloak around him.
第 419 頁 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
第 406 頁 - Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul, to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return. O Attic shape! fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity. Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "...