The Sibyl: Or, New Oracles from the PoetsCaroline Howard Gilman Wiley and Putnam, 1848 - 313 頁 |
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... seem alarmed at the rapid in- crease of rhymers in the United States , where nine in a recent number of the North American , are re- viewed at one swoop ; and they think that literature must become effeminate , when an almost undefined ...
... seem alarmed at the rapid in- crease of rhymers in the United States , where nine in a recent number of the North American , are re- viewed at one swoop ; and they think that literature must become effeminate , when an almost undefined ...
第 21 頁
... seem'st , The fashion's idol ; person , pen , and lyre , The soft devoted darling of the fair . By slow degrees I've found Herculean nerve Hid in the tuneful arm while hunger , thirst , The sultry chase , the bleakest mountain bed , The ...
... seem'st , The fashion's idol ; person , pen , and lyre , The soft devoted darling of the fair . By slow degrees I've found Herculean nerve Hid in the tuneful arm while hunger , thirst , The sultry chase , the bleakest mountain bed , The ...
第 40 頁
... seem to be all nature , And all varieties of things in one ; You set at night in 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 ...
... seem to be all nature , And all varieties of things in one ; You set at night in 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 ...
第 48 頁
... seems framed by curious Phidias ' master , Most smooth , most white , a piece of alabaster . WILLIAM DRUMMOND . 3. Oh , the rose is like her ruby lip , And the lily like her skin ; And her mouth like a faulded violet , With the scented ...
... seems framed by curious Phidias ' master , Most smooth , most white , a piece of alabaster . WILLIAM DRUMMOND . 3. Oh , the rose is like her ruby lip , And the lily like her skin ; And her mouth like a faulded violet , With the scented ...
第 49 頁
... seem to swell them on . MISS BARRETT - The Lady Geraldine's Courtship . 10. But who is this ? what thing of sea or land ; Female of sex it seems , That so bedecked , ornate , and gay , Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship , With ...
... seem to swell them on . MISS BARRETT - The Lady Geraldine's Courtship . 10. But who is this ? what thing of sea or land ; Female of sex it seems , That so bedecked , ornate , and gay , Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship , With ...
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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.