Selections from the British Poets: From Beattie to CampbellHarper & brothers, 1843 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 71 筆
第 vi 頁
... Flowers of the Forest JOHN LEYDEN . Scottish Music From " Scenes of Infancy " JAMES MONTGOMERY . Columbus Home The Grave Hannah The Daisy • 113 . 114 • 117 • 118 • . 119 119 · . 120 123 • 124 • 126 · 127 · 131 • 132 vii JOANNA BAILLIE ...
... Flowers of the Forest JOHN LEYDEN . Scottish Music From " Scenes of Infancy " JAMES MONTGOMERY . Columbus Home The Grave Hannah The Daisy • 113 . 114 • 117 • 118 • . 119 119 · . 120 123 • 124 • 126 · 127 · 131 • 132 vii JOANNA BAILLIE ...
第 x 頁
... Flowers Stanzas to Painting Dirge of Wallace Hallowed Ground • · . 297 . 301 .304 .305 .305 . 306 306 . 310 . 310 . 312 . 312 . 313 • . 313 314 · • . 316 € 318 · · € 319 320 322 . 327 . 339 · 342 • 343 • 344 • 346 · 347 • 349 351 352 ...
... Flowers Stanzas to Painting Dirge of Wallace Hallowed Ground • · . 297 . 301 .304 .305 .305 . 306 306 . 310 . 310 . 312 . 312 . 313 • . 313 314 · • . 316 € 318 · · € 319 320 322 . 327 . 339 · 342 • 343 • 344 • 346 · 347 • 349 351 352 ...
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... flowers , your verdure , and your balmy gloom , Of late so grateful in the hour of drought ! Why do the birds , that song and rapture brought To all your bowers , their mansions now forsake ? Ah ! why has fickle chance this ruin wrought ...
... flowers , your verdure , and your balmy gloom , Of late so grateful in the hour of drought ! Why do the birds , that song and rapture brought To all your bowers , their mansions now forsake ? Ah ! why has fickle chance this ruin wrought ...
第 20 頁
... flower revive ? Shall Nature's voice , to man alone unjust , Bid him , though doom'd to perish , hope to live ? " Is it for this fair Virtue oft must strive With disappointment , penury , and pain ? No Heaven's immortal Spring shall yet ...
... flower revive ? Shall Nature's voice , to man alone unjust , Bid him , though doom'd to perish , hope to live ? " Is it for this fair Virtue oft must strive With disappointment , penury , and pain ? No Heaven's immortal Spring shall yet ...
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... flowers in living lustre blow , Where thousand pearls the dewy lawns adorn , A thousand notes of joy in every breeze are borne . But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ...
... flowers in living lustre blow , Where thousand pearls the dewy lawns adorn , A thousand notes of joy in every breeze are borne . But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ...
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AE fond kiss art thou auld lang syne beauty beneath bless'd bloom bosom bower Branksome Hall brave breast breath bright brow burst of joy calm charms cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream earth fair fame fancy feel fled flowers fond frae gaze gentle grave green happy harp hath hear heart Heaven hill hope hour John Gilpin JOSEPH ATKINSON Kilmeny land light living Lochiel lonely look lyre Marmion mingled moon morn mountain murmur ne'er never night o'er pass'd peace PIBROCH pleasure pride rapture rest rill rose round scene seem'd shade shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears thee thine thou art thought Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weep wild wind wing Yarrow youth
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第 154 頁 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
第 152 頁 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
第 153 頁 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
第 32 頁 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
第 318 頁 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
第 207 頁 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
第 155 頁 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
第 179 頁 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves.
第 179 頁 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river.
第 326 頁 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie ; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.