 Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one !...  Wordsworth to Dobell - 第 369 頁由 編輯 - 1880完整檢視 - 關於此書
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 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 396 頁
...autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! lie thou me, impetuous oue ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered...sparks, my words among mankind ! Be through my lips to unawakencd earth The trumpet of a prophecy ! 0 wind, If Winter comes, cau Spring be far behind ! AN... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 580 頁
...Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is ; What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumults of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep...prophecy ! O wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind ? The evening of piled-up clouds is a striking characteristic of the season. Who* has described... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 450 頁
...the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies EE 2 Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though...lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy ! 0 wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind ? AN EXHORTATION. CAMELEONS feed on light and air... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 592 頁
...and proud. \. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from...lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy ! 0 wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind ? PEBCY BYSSE SHELLEY. AUTUMK. The autumn is old,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 766 頁
...have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. 0 ! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud ! 1 fall upon the thorns of life ; I bleed ! A heavy weight...unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind I Be thro'jcrb mv lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy ! O wind, If Winter comes, can... | |
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