A New Library of Poetry and Song, 第 2 卷William Cullen Bryant J. B. Ford, 1877 - 934页 |
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... stood for heaven , in mighty quadrate joined Of union irresistible , moved on In silence their bright legions , to the sound Of instrumental harmony , that breathed Heroic ardor to adventurous deeds Under their godlike leaders , in the ...
... stood for heaven , in mighty quadrate joined Of union irresistible , moved on In silence their bright legions , to the sound Of instrumental harmony , that breathed Heroic ardor to adventurous deeds Under their godlike leaders , in the ...
第455页
... stood in terrible array Of hideous length : before the cloudy van , On the rough edge of battle ere it joined , Satan , with vast and haughty strides advanced , Came towering , armed in adamant and gold . THE CONFLICT . Michaël bid ...
... stood in terrible array Of hideous length : before the cloudy van , On the rough edge of battle ere it joined , Satan , with vast and haughty strides advanced , Came towering , armed in adamant and gold . THE CONFLICT . Michaël bid ...
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... stood With his brave brother , Clarence , in steel so bright , Though but a maiden knight , Yet in that furious fight Scarce such another . Warwick in blood did wade ; Oxford the foe invade , And cruel slaughter made , Still as they ran ...
... stood With his brave brother , Clarence , in steel so bright , Though but a maiden knight , Yet in that furious fight Scarce such another . Warwick in blood did wade ; Oxford the foe invade , And cruel slaughter made , Still as they ran ...
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... stood beneath the fresh green tree , Which living waves where thou didst cease to live , And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise , and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive , With all her ...
... stood beneath the fresh green tree , Which living waves where thou didst cease to live , And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise , and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive , With all her ...
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... stood Before the iron sleet that day ; Yet many a gallant spirit would Give half his years if but he could Have been with us at Monterey . Now here , now there , the shot it hailed In deadly drifts of fiery spray , Yet not a single ...
... stood Before the iron sleet that day ; Yet many a gallant spirit would Give half his years if but he could Have been with us at Monterey . Now here , now there , the shot it hailed In deadly drifts of fiery spray , Yet not a single ...
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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...