The book of recitations [ed.] by C.W. Smith |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 94 筆
第 3 頁
... thou shouldst in those waters thy diadem fling , And cry , " Who may find it shall win it and wear ; " God wot , though the prize were the crown of a king- A crown at such hazard were valued too dear . For never shall lips of the living ...
... thou shouldst in those waters thy diadem fling , And cry , " Who may find it shall win it and wear ; " God wot , though the prize were the crown of a king- A crown at such hazard were valued too dear . For never shall lips of the living ...
第 5 頁
... thou❜lt bring me fresh tidings , and venture again , To say what lies hid in the innermost main ! " Then out spake the daughter in tender emotion— " Ah ! father , my father , what more can there rest ? Enough of this sport with the ...
... thou❜lt bring me fresh tidings , and venture again , To say what lies hid in the innermost main ! " Then out spake the daughter in tender emotion— " Ah ! father , my father , what more can there rest ? Enough of this sport with the ...
第 6 頁
... thou art now My sole remaining helper . God hath spoken , And the strong heart I leaned upon is broken ; And I have seen his brow- The forehead of my upright one , and just— Trod by the hoof of battle in the dust . He will not meet thee ...
... thou art now My sole remaining helper . God hath spoken , And the strong heart I leaned upon is broken ; And I have seen his brow- The forehead of my upright one , and just— Trod by the hoof of battle in the dust . He will not meet thee ...
第 8 頁
... thou say'st , so let it be . " And straight against that great array Forth went the dauntless Three . For Romans in Rome's quarrel Spared neither land nor gold , Nor son nor wife , nor limb nor life , In the brave days of old . 3 ...
... thou say'st , so let it be . " And straight against that great array Forth went the dauntless Three . For Romans in Rome's quarrel Spared neither land nor gold , Nor son nor wife , nor limb nor life , In the brave days of old . 3 ...
第 12 頁
... thou in charge this day ! " So he spake , and speaking sheathed The good sword by his side , And , with his harness on his back , Plunged headlong in the tide . No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But friends and foes ...
... thou in charge this day ! " So he spake , and speaking sheathed The good sword by his side , And , with his harness on his back , Plunged headlong in the tide . No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But friends and foes ...
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第 211 頁 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
第 130 頁 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird, or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! Quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
第 275 頁 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
第 19 頁 - Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
第 282 頁 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
第 260 頁 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
第 63 頁 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
第 278 頁 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
第 274 頁 - This is the state of man : To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
第 210 頁 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.