The Sibyl: Or, New Oracles from the PoetsCaroline Howard Gilman Wiley and Putnam, 1848 - 313 頁 |
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第 39 頁
... cloud at its play - or a bird on the wing . MRS . ELLET . 34. Hate is not thy nature , thy whole frame Is harmony without one jarring atom . 35 . ROWE - Tamerlane . Wit that temperately bright , With inoffensive light All pleasing ...
... cloud at its play - or a bird on the wing . MRS . ELLET . 34. Hate is not thy nature , thy whole frame Is harmony without one jarring atom . 35 . ROWE - Tamerlane . Wit that temperately bright , With inoffensive light All pleasing ...
第 40 頁
... clouds of tears , and rise All light and laughter in the morning ; fear No petty customs or appearances , But think what others only dream about ; And say what others do but think ; and do What others would but say ; and glory in What ...
... clouds of tears , and rise All light and laughter in the morning ; fear No petty customs or appearances , But think what others only dream about ; And say what others do but think ; and do What others would but say ; and glory in What ...
第 54 頁
... clouds curling round the sun . HOGG - Queen's Wake . 30. Lives there on earth a power like that which lies In those resistless tones , in those dark eyes ? 31 . Had lilies eyes , BARRY CORNWALL . With glad surprise They'd own themselves ...
... clouds curling round the sun . HOGG - Queen's Wake . 30. Lives there on earth a power like that which lies In those resistless tones , in those dark eyes ? 31 . Had lilies eyes , BARRY CORNWALL . With glad surprise They'd own themselves ...
第 68 頁
... cloud , And laugh at the lightning's gleam . 6. In ripened years and manly prime ELIZA COOK . He standeth , his dark pensive eye Speaks the high soul , the thought sublime , That dwells on immortality CHARLOTTE ELIZABETHI - Convent Bell ...
... cloud , And laugh at the lightning's gleam . 6. In ripened years and manly prime ELIZA COOK . He standeth , his dark pensive eye Speaks the high soul , the thought sublime , That dwells on immortality CHARLOTTE ELIZABETHI - Convent Bell ...
第 98 頁
... cloud , And none conjecture on the next can form- So plays the sunbeam on the verge of storm . The New Timon : 23. One whom nature taught to sit with her 24 . On her proud mountains , by her rolling sea- Who , when the winds are up ...
... cloud , And none conjecture on the next can form- So plays the sunbeam on the verge of storm . The New Timon : 23. One whom nature taught to sit with her 24 . On her proud mountains , by her rolling sea- Who , when the winds are up ...
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第 245 頁 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
第 230 頁 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
第 103 頁 - Familiar as his garter: that, when he speaks, The air, a charter'd libertine, is still, And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears, To steal his sweet and honey'd sentences...
第 147 頁 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
第 101 頁 - This should have been a noble creature : he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled ; as it is, It is an awful chaos — light and darkness — And mind and dust — and passions and pure thoughts, Mix'd, and contending without end or order, All dormant or destructive...
第 144 頁 - There stands the messenger of truth : there stands The legate of the skies ! — His theme divine, His office sacred, his credentials clear. By him the violated law speaks out Its thunders ; and by him, in strains as sweet As angels use, the Gospel whispers peace.
第 94 頁 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
第 251 頁 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
第 85 頁 - For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart . . . how shall I say? . . . too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one!
第 59 頁 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.