Our Poetical Favorites: A Selection from the Best Minor Poems of the English LanguageSheldon, 1871 - 449页 |
在该图书中搜索
共有 65 个结果,这是第 1-5 个
第x页
... Hope , · Highland Mary , • When first I met thee , The Specter Boat , The Bridge of Sighs , Song , • John G. Whittier . 148 Schiller . 152 Robert Browning . Lord Byron . 155 157 Robert Burns . 159 Thomas Moore . 160 Thomas Campbell ...
... Hope , · Highland Mary , • When first I met thee , The Specter Boat , The Bridge of Sighs , Song , • John G. Whittier . 148 Schiller . 152 Robert Browning . Lord Byron . 155 157 Robert Burns . 159 Thomas Moore . 160 Thomas Campbell ...
第25页
... Hope , That star of life's tremulous ocean . The time is long past and the scene is afar ; Yet , when my head rests on its pillow , Will memory often rekindle the star That blazed on the breast of the billow . And in life's closing hour ...
... Hope , That star of life's tremulous ocean . The time is long past and the scene is afar ; Yet , when my head rests on its pillow , Will memory often rekindle the star That blazed on the breast of the billow . And in life's closing hour ...
第26页
... hope of summer.eves . Thy vivifying spell has been felt beneath the wave , By the dormouse in its cell , and the mole within its cave ; And the summer tribes that creep , or in air expand their wing , Have started from their sleep at ...
... hope of summer.eves . Thy vivifying spell has been felt beneath the wave , By the dormouse in its cell , and the mole within its cave ; And the summer tribes that creep , or in air expand their wing , Have started from their sleep at ...
第37页
... waters dried away , And hope and beauty blasted ! — That scenes so fair and hearts so gay Should be so early wasted ! A dream of other days ! That land is a desert now ! 37 And grief grew up to dim the blaze Upon that.
... waters dried away , And hope and beauty blasted ! — That scenes so fair and hearts so gay Should be so early wasted ! A dream of other days ! That land is a desert now ! 37 And grief grew up to dim the blaze Upon that.
第52页
... hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force , and Latin fraud , Would break your shield , however broad . Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! Our virgins dance beneath the shade- I see their glorious black eyes shine ; But gazing on ...
... hope of courage dwells ; But Turkish force , and Latin fraud , Would break your shield , however broad . Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! Our virgins dance beneath the shade- I see their glorious black eyes shine ; But gazing on ...
目录
56 | |
57 | |
67 | |
73 | |
74 | |
81 | |
87 | |
93 | |
96 | |
102 | |
118 | |
148 | |
155 | |
163 | |
169 | |
193 | |
201 | |
208 | |
219 | |
308 | |
314 | |
323 | |
329 | |
335 | |
336 | |
342 | |
349 | |
357 | |
368 | |
376 | |
397 | |
403 | |
412 | |
420 | |
431 | |
437 | |
447 | |
其他版本 - 查看全部
常见术语和短语
ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty bells beneath bird bosom breast breath bright brow burning cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth evermore fair fear feel flowers forever gaze gleam glory golden grave green grief hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope hour JEAN INGELOW land life's light lips live LOCKSLEY HALL look Lord LORD BYRON Lycidas morn mountain never night o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY prayer rest RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES Ring river rose round Samian wine shadow shine shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars storm sweet Sweetest eyes tears thee thine THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought Toggenburg toil voice wandering watch wave weary weep wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wither
热门引用章节
第57页 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
第57页 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit ? ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy...
第244页 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
第240页 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
第13页 - Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
第263页 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
第245页 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality : Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
第7页 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
第264页 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe : Ah ! who hath reft...
第265页 - Bring the rathe* primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe,* and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked* with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amaranthus* all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid^ lies.