Poets of England and America: Being Selections from the Best Authors of Both Countries ...Whittaker & Company, 1853 - 472 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果，共 53 筆
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... thy thoughts , when thou art gone , Love itself shall slumber on . This little poem , for condensation , melody , and beauty , is a perfect gem . The works of Shelley , however , are full of such , and Mrs. Shelley can hardly be charged ...
... thy thoughts , when thou art gone , Love itself shall slumber on . This little poem , for condensation , melody , and beauty , is a perfect gem . The works of Shelley , however , are full of such , and Mrs. Shelley can hardly be charged ...
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... Art To mimic in slow structures , stone by stone Built in an age , the mad wind's night - work , The frolic ... thou now for apples and for cakes ? Go , like the Indian in another life Expect thy dog , thy bottle , and thy wife ...
... Art To mimic in slow structures , stone by stone Built in an age , the mad wind's night - work , The frolic ... thou now for apples and for cakes ? Go , like the Indian in another life Expect thy dog , thy bottle , and thy wife ...
第 34 頁
... thou wreck his peace , Wha for thy sake wad gladly die ? Or canst thou break that heart of his , Whase only faut is ... art , to dust returnest , Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined end or ...
... thou wreck his peace , Wha for thy sake wad gladly die ? Or canst thou break that heart of his , Whase only faut is ... art , to dust returnest , Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined end or ...
第 38 頁
... thou never wert , That from heaven , or near it , Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . THOMAS HOOD . Higher still and higher , From the earth thou springest 38 TO A SKYLARK . To a Sky-lark, SHELLEY,
... thou never wert , That from heaven , or near it , Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . THOMAS HOOD . Higher still and higher , From the earth thou springest 38 TO A SKYLARK . To a Sky-lark, SHELLEY,
第 39 頁
... see , we feel that it is there . All the earth and air With thy voice is loud , As , when night is bare , From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams , and heaven is overflowed . What thou art , we know not ; What is SHELLEY . 39.
... see , we feel that it is there . All the earth and air With thy voice is loud , As , when night is bare , From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams , and heaven is overflowed . What thou art , we know not ; What is SHELLEY . 39.
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AE fond kiss ALLAN CUNNINGHAM BARRY CORNWALL BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty BEN JONSON beneath Binnorie birds bloom blossoms bower breast breath bright brow charm Cloudland clouds dark dead dear deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fancy flowers gaze gentle golden grace green Grongar Hill grove hallowed ground hame hand happy hath hear heart heaven hill hour kiss lady leaves LEIGH HUNT light live lonely look lover Lycidas Mary moon morn mountain mournful murmuring Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale pleasure praise Preston Mill pride rill rose round shade shine sigh sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound Spring stars stream sweet tears thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thought trees Twa Sisters unto vale voice weary weep wild wind wings woods young youth
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第 12 頁 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death.
第 361 頁 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
第 220 頁 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
第 62 頁 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
第 39 頁 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
第 389 頁 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use, Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
第 400 頁 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
第 146 頁 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
第 248 頁 - And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
第 400 頁 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.