A New Library of Poetry and Song, 第 2 卷William Cullen Bryant J. B. Ford, 1877 - 934页 |
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... side by side , And serried close , ye men of youthful pride , Disdaining fear , and deeming light the cost Of life itself in glorious battle lost . Leave not our sires to stem the unequal fight , Whose limbs are nerved no more with ...
... side by side , And serried close , ye men of youthful pride , Disdaining fear , and deeming light the cost Of life itself in glorious battle lost . Leave not our sires to stem the unequal fight , Whose limbs are nerved no more with ...
第455页
... side tempestuous fell His arrows , from the fourfold - visaged four Distinct with eyes , and from the living wheels Distinct alike with multitude of eyes ; One spirit in them ruled ; and every eye flew , From their foundations loosening ...
... side tempestuous fell His arrows , from the fourfold - visaged four Distinct with eyes , and from the living wheels Distinct alike with multitude of eyes ; One spirit in them ruled ; and every eye flew , From their foundations loosening ...
第458页
... side ! " And aye we sailed and aye we sailed Across the weary sea , Until one morn the coast of Spain Rose grimly on our lee . And as we rounded to the port , Beneath the watch - tower's wall , We heard the clash of the atabals , And ...
... side ! " And aye we sailed and aye we sailed Across the weary sea , Until one morn the coast of Spain Rose grimly on our lee . And as we rounded to the port , Beneath the watch - tower's wall , We heard the clash of the atabals , And ...
第459页
... side by side with him ! " The world grows cold , my arm is old , And thin my lyart hair , And all that I loved best on earth Is stretched before me there . " O Bothwell banks , that bloom so bright Beneath the sun of May ! The heaviest ...
... side by side with him ! " The world grows cold , my arm is old , And thin my lyart hair , And all that I loved best on earth Is stretched before me there . " O Bothwell banks , that bloom so bright Beneath the sun of May ! The heaviest ...
第460页
... side to side , The bristling ranks the onset bide . " We'll quell the savage mountaineer , As their Tinchel * cows the game ; - A circle of sportsmen , surrounding the deer . They come as fleet as forest deer , We'll drive them back as ...
... side to side , The bristling ranks the onset bide . " We'll quell the savage mountaineer , As their Tinchel * cows the game ; - A circle of sportsmen , surrounding the deer . They come as fleet as forest deer , We'll drive them back as ...
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第626页 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
第815页 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
第556页 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
第783页 - Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
第709页 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-brier, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
第461页 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet — But hark!
第818页 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent, and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
第723页 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
第709页 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
第657页 - Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling...