Poetical Works, 第 1 卷Houghton, Mifflin, 1904 |
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第40页
... sang out their mellow lay , And winds were soft , and woods were green , And the song ceased not with the day ! Line 2. And through the white - thorn blows the gale , But still wild music is abroad , Pale , desert 40 EARLIER POEMS WOODS ...
... sang out their mellow lay , And winds were soft , and woods were green , And the song ceased not with the day ! Line 2. And through the white - thorn blows the gale , But still wild music is abroad , Pale , desert 40 EARLIER POEMS WOODS ...
第47页
... sang , that by his native bowers He stood , in the last moon of flowers , Line 10. At sunset , in its brazen leaves . BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS though they are small ones , 47 BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK.
... sang , that by his native bowers He stood , in the last moon of flowers , Line 10. At sunset , in its brazen leaves . BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS though they are small ones , 47 BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK.
第64页
... Sang from the meadow . " But when I older grew , Joining a corsair's crew , O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders . Wild was the life we led ; Many the souls that sped , Many the hearts that bled , By our stern orders . " Many a ...
... Sang from the meadow . " But when I older grew , Joining a corsair's crew , O'er the dark sea I flew With the marauders . Wild was the life we led ; Many the souls that sped , Many the hearts that bled , By our stern orders . " Many a ...
第65页
... upon the wall , Loud sang the minstrels all , Chanting his glory ; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story . " While the brown ale he quaffed , Loud then 65 THE SKELETON IN ARMOR.
... upon the wall , Loud sang the minstrels all , Chanting his glory ; When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand Mute did the minstrels stand To hear my story . " While the brown ale he quaffed , Loud then 65 THE SKELETON IN ARMOR.
第106页
... was the doom of pain , From the morning of his birth ; On him alone the curse of Cain Fell , like a flail on the garnered grain , And struck him to the earth ! THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT LOUD he sang the psalm 106 POEMS ON SLAVERY.
... was the doom of pain , From the morning of his birth ; On him alone the curse of Cain Fell , like a flail on the garnered grain , And struck him to the earth ! THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT LOUD he sang the psalm 106 POEMS ON SLAVERY.
常见术语和短语
Albrecht Dürer autumn ballad Bart Bartolomé beautiful belfry BELFRY OF BRUGES beneath blue breath bright Bruges burning Chispa clouds Count of Lara Cruz Cruzado dance dark dead death deep diary Don Carlos Dost dreams earth Euroclydon Excelsior eyes fair fear flowers forever Forever never gentle gleam gold golden Graham's Magazine green Guy de Dampierre Gypsy hand hast hear heard heart heaven holy Hypolito leaves light Line lips Longfellow look loud maiden midnight Minnesinger Monk moon morning mountain never night Nuremberg o'er ocean Padre Cura passed poem poet poet's Pray prayer Prec Preciosa ring rise river sail Saint sang SCENE shadows ship silent silver singing Skeleton in Armor sleep soft song soul sound speak stand stanza stars sweet thee thou art thought Timoneda trees Vict Victorian village voice volume wave wild wind window woods youth
热门引用章节
第304页 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian Whose portal we call Death.
第303页 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
第90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74页 - And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing floor.
第305页 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
第305页 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face. And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed, The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean, That cannot be at rest, — We will be patient, and assuage the feeling We may not wholly stay ; By...
第259页 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
第246页 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
第75页 - ... A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
第21页 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought 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.