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Acbar Alhambra animals appeared Babylon beauty behold beneath birds Boabdil bosom brave breath breeze bright brother brow called cataract character clouds dark dead death deep deer fly delight earth eternal father feeling feet flowers Forever charming friends gaze give glorious glory golden morning break grave Greece green guerite hand happy hath heard heart heaven Herculaneum Hernando de Talavera holy honor hope hour human land LESSON light living lofty look Mark Stuart mastiff mighty mind moral morning mother mountains mysterious nature never night o'er object ocean Ossian passed passions peace pleasure river rock round scene sea of Galilee seemed shore Sicily silent solemn soul sound spirit stood stream sublime sweet tears thee thing thou thought thousand toil trees truth virtue voice Wampanoags waters waves wild wind wonderful youth
第 48 頁 - The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath ; it is twice blessed ; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes...
第 28 頁 - Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?
第 223 頁 - I HAD a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air...
第 40 頁 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...
第 97 頁 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm ; So hallowed and so gracious is the time.
第 156 頁 - Take thy banner! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave; When the battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of our vale, When the clarion's music thrills To the hearts of these lone hills, When the spear in conflict shakes, And the strong lance shivering breaks. "Take thy banner! and, beneath The battle-cloud's encircling wreath, Guard it!
第 24 頁 - In rural occupation there is nothing mean and debasing. It leads a man forth among scenes of natural grandeur and beauty ; it leaves him to the workings of his own mind, operated upon by the purest and most elevating of external influences. Such a man may be simple and rough, but he cannot be vulgar.
第 158 頁 - To a poet nothing can be useless. Whatever is beautiful, and whatever is dreadful, must be familiar to his imagination: he must be conversant with all that is awfully vast or elegantly little.