The Poetical Common-place Book: Consisting of an Original Selection of Standard and Fugitive Poetry, Including a Few Translations Hitherto UnpublishedJohn Anderson, 1822 - 388 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 42 筆
第 vii 頁
... Bower facing the The Gods engaging in the Battle at • Smythe , 155 J. Mercer , • 157 Homer , 159 Prediction of the Origin of Rome , Virgil , 160 Ode from the Greek of Sappho , 162 Fingal and the Spirit of Loda , Ossian , 163 Lines ...
... Bower facing the The Gods engaging in the Battle at • Smythe , 155 J. Mercer , • 157 Homer , 159 Prediction of the Origin of Rome , Virgil , 160 Ode from the Greek of Sappho , 162 Fingal and the Spirit of Loda , Ossian , 163 Lines ...
第 xi 頁
... garland , bring me a wreath , 82 Clos'd is the book , the tale is o'er , Come live with me , and be my love , Come to my bower in Summer's vale , Culloden , on thy swarthy brow , 308 291 250 361 Days of my youth ! ye have glided away ,
... garland , bring me a wreath , 82 Clos'd is the book , the tale is o'er , Come live with me , and be my love , Come to my bower in Summer's vale , Culloden , on thy swarthy brow , 308 291 250 361 Days of my youth ! ye have glided away ,
第 1 頁
... bower , In every clime , in every tongue , Howe'er its sweet vibration rung , In whispers low , in poet's lays , There lives not one who has not hung Enraptur'd on the voice of praise . The timid child , at that soft voice , Lifts for a ...
... bower , In every clime , in every tongue , Howe'er its sweet vibration rung , In whispers low , in poet's lays , There lives not one who has not hung Enraptur'd on the voice of praise . The timid child , at that soft voice , Lifts for a ...
第 16 頁
... bower , The wailing owl , that ceaseless all night long Shrieks on the gloom , and plies her boding song : Or pausing oft , where glides the lonely flood In peaceful murmurs to the pendent wood , With many a soothing , many a plaintive ...
... bower , The wailing owl , that ceaseless all night long Shrieks on the gloom , and plies her boding song : Or pausing oft , where glides the lonely flood In peaceful murmurs to the pendent wood , With many a soothing , many a plaintive ...
第 26 頁
... bower , Upon the bank reclining ; When she for whom my bosom glows , Came in the pride of vernal brightness , With brow of snow , and lip of rose , And form of fairy lightness . I clasp'd my seraph to my breast , With ecstasy my heart ...
... bower , Upon the bank reclining ; When she for whom my bosom glows , Came in the pride of vernal brightness , With brow of snow , and lip of rose , And form of fairy lightness . I clasp'd my seraph to my breast , With ecstasy my heart ...
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第 53 頁 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
第 187 頁 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
第 270 頁 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
第 247 頁 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee...
第 235 頁 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out...
第 304 頁 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
第 189 頁 - If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry sooth the dull cold ear of Death...
第 229 頁 - Can I forget the dismal night, that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings!
第 85 頁 - Erin, my country ! though sad and forsaken, In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore ; But, alas ! in a far foreign land I awaken, And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more ! Oh cruel fate ! wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace — where no perils can chase me?
第 4 頁 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.