A Household Book of English Poetry: Selected and Arranged, with NotesMacmillan, 1870 - 438页 |
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... John Milton . 5 10 How wisely Nature did decree , With the same eyes to weep and see ! That , having viewed the object vain , They might be ready to complain . And , since the self - deluding sight In a false angle takes each height ...
... John Milton . 5 10 How wisely Nature did decree , With the same eyes to weep and see ! That , having viewed the object vain , They might be ready to complain . And , since the self - deluding sight In a false angle takes each height ...
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... John Milton . LXXXVII THE RAINBOW . Still young and fine ! but what is still in view We slight as old and soiled , though fresh and new . How bright wert thou , when Shem's admiring eye Thy burnished , flaming arch did first descry ...
... John Milton . LXXXVII THE RAINBOW . Still young and fine ! but what is still in view We slight as old and soiled , though fresh and new . How bright wert thou , when Shem's admiring eye Thy burnished , flaming arch did first descry ...
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... John Milton . IL PENSEROSO . Hence , vain deluding Joys , The brood of Folly without father bred ! How little you bested , Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys ! Dwell in some idle brain , And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess ...
... John Milton . IL PENSEROSO . Hence , vain deluding Joys , The brood of Folly without father bred ! How little you bested , Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys ! Dwell in some idle brain , And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess ...
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... John Milton . 170 175 XC CONTENTATION . DIRECTED TO MY DEAR FATHER , AND MOST WORTHY FRIEND , MR . ISAAC WALTΟΝ . Heaven , what an age is this ! what race Of giants are sprung up , that dare Thus fly in the Almighty's face , And with ...
... John Milton . 170 175 XC CONTENTATION . DIRECTED TO MY DEAR FATHER , AND MOST WORTHY FRIEND , MR . ISAAC WALTΟΝ . Heaven , what an age is this ! what race Of giants are sprung up , that dare Thus fly in the Almighty's face , And with ...
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... John Milton . IN PRAISE OF HOPE . Hope , of all ills that men endure The only cheap and universal cure ! Thou captive's freedom , and thou sick man's health ! Thou loser's victory , and thou beggar's wealth ! Thou manna , which from ...
... John Milton . IN PRAISE OF HOPE . Hope , of all ills that men endure The only cheap and universal cure ! Thou captive's freedom , and thou sick man's health ! Thou loser's victory , and thou beggar's wealth ! Thou manna , which from ...
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Alfred Tennyson Ambrose Philips Anon beauty Ben Jonson beneath bird bonnie breath bright busk clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream e'er earth English English Poetry eyes fair fame fancy fear flowers glory golden grace grave gray green grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Henry Vaughan honour hope hour John Keats John Milton King light lines live look Lord Lycidas mind morn mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er once pale peace Percy Bysshe Shelley poem poet poetry praise pride rose Samuel Taylor Coleridge shade shadows shine sigh sight sing sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought trees verse voice weep wild William Blake William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind woods Yarrow youth
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第273页 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
第286页 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
第218页 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
第250页 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
第345页 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
第380页 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
第231页 - The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom...
第55页 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
第47页 - A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. CXXX My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips...
第215页 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.