ByronMacmillan, 1902 - 223 頁 |
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admiration affection afterwards beauty beginning Brawne brother Brown called charm Cowden Clarke criticism death delight Dilke Don Juan early Endymion English expression eyes fancy Fanny Brawne feel genius George George Keats Godwin Greek Hampstead hand Harriet Haydon heart Hogg hope Houghton MSS human Hunt's Hyperion imagination John John Keats Keats Keats's Lady Lamia later Leigh Hunt less letter lines literary living London Lord Byron Lord Houghton Mary Godwin Mesolonghi Milton mind months nature never night once passage passed passion Percy Bysshe Shelley Pisa poem poet poet's poetic poetry Ravenna Reynolds rhyme romance says seems Severn Shelley Shelley's sister sonnet soul speak Spenser spirit St Agnes stanzas story tells thee things thou thought touch Trelawny verse vision words Wordsworth writes written wrote young youth
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第 181 頁 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
第 26 頁 - Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
第 152 頁 - Go thou to Rome, — at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, And flowering weeds and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness, Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access, Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread...
第 180 頁 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
第 150 頁 - He is made one with Nature. There is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird. He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone ; Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own, Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
第 52 頁 - Near this spot Are deposited the Remains Of one Who Possessed Beauty Without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man Without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human Ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of "Boatswain," a Dog Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808.
第 173 頁 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
第 33 頁 - Or roll the planets through the boundless sky. Some less refined, beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night, Or suck the mists in grosser air below, Or dip their pinions in the painted bow, Or brew fierce tempests on the wintry main, Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain.
第 151 頁 - Yet faded from him; Sidney, as he fought And as he fell and as he lived and loved Sublimely mild, a Spirit without spot, Arose; and Lucan, by his death approved: Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing reproved.
第 123 頁 - Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many - they are few.