Songs of Three CenturiesJohn Greenleaf Whittier J.R. Osgood, 1875 - 352 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 79 筆
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... eyes Can judge of love , thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks , thy languished grace To me that feel the like thy state descries . Then , even of fellowship , O Moon , tell me , Is constant love deemed there but want of ...
... eyes Can judge of love , thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks , thy languished grace To me that feel the like thy state descries . Then , even of fellowship , O Moon , tell me , Is constant love deemed there but want of ...
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... eyes , still fastened on the ground , Are governed with goodly modesty , That suffers not one look to glance awry ... eye of heaven , shined bright , And made a sunshine in a shady place ; Did never mortal eye behold such heav- enly ...
... eyes , still fastened on the ground , Are governed with goodly modesty , That suffers not one look to glance awry ... eye of heaven , shined bright , And made a sunshine in a shady place ; Did never mortal eye behold such heav- enly ...
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... eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark ! now I hear them , - Ding , dong , bell . HARK ! HARK ! THE LARK ! HARK ! hark ! the lark ...
... eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark ! now I hear them , - Ding , dong , bell . HARK ! HARK ! THE LARK ! HARK ! hark ! the lark ...
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... eyes , and I all alone beweep my outcast state , And trouble deaf heaven with my boot- less cries , And look upon ... eye , unused to flow , For precious friends hid in death's date- less night , And weep afresh love's long - since - can ...
... eyes , and I all alone beweep my outcast state , And trouble deaf heaven with my boot- less cries , And look upon ... eye , unused to flow , For precious friends hid in death's date- less night , And weep afresh love's long - since - can ...
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... eyes , but not my heart . HOW NEAR TO GOOD IS WHAT IS FAIR ! How near to good is what is fair ! Which we no sooner see , But with the lines and outward air Our senses taken be . We wish to see it still , and prove What ways we may ...
... eyes , but not my heart . HOW NEAR TO GOOD IS WHAT IS FAIR ! How near to good is what is fair ! Which we no sooner see , But with the lines and outward air Our senses taken be . We wish to see it still , and prove What ways we may ...
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第 125 頁 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
第 66 頁 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all: And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
第 209 頁 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
第 30 頁 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
第 125 頁 - For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
第 160 頁 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
第 223 頁 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea,
第 37 頁 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
第 97 頁 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...
第 223 頁 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!