Poems [a selection] ed. with a preface on the latest school of English poetry by F.A. Paley |
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afar Amadeus anacrusis art thou beauty Begin the rural beneath breast breath bright brow calm charm Daphnis dark dead death deep Diomed doth dream e'en earth echo eternal eyes fade fain fair fall fame flowers gaze Gethsemane gleam glory God's gone grief hand happy harmony hath heart Heaven Heraclitus hills hope hour hues kind life's light living lonely loquitur Lord Byron loveliness lyre melody metre moon mourn naught ne'er never nymph o'er obscure Ocean once pain pale passed peace PINDAR plain poem poetry poets quire rest rill river rose round rural lay scene shine shore sing skies smile song sorrow soul star strain stream summer sweet Muses sweetest things tears thee Theocritus thine things thought thrushes treads trochaic true truth Twas verse voice weep whence Whither wings words yearning καὶ
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第 xxv 頁 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient!
第 xxviii 頁 - Love, you saw me gather men and women, Live or dead or fashioned by my fancy, Enter each and all, and use their service, Speak from every mouth, — the speech, a poem.
第 xxi 頁 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.
第 xxviii 頁 - He who works in fresco, steals a hair-brush, Curbs the liberal hand, subservient proudly, Cramps his spirit, crowds its all in little, Makes a strange art of an art familiar, Fills his lady's missal-marge with flowerets. He who blows thro' bronze, may breathe thro' silver, Fitly serenade a slumbrous princess.
第 96 頁 - On parent knees, a naked new-born child Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled ; So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep, Calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee weep.
第 xx 頁 - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill, changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appalls the gazing mourner's heart...
第 xvi 頁 - For Wisdom dealt with mortal powers, Where truth in closest words shall fail, When truth embodied in a tale Shall enter in at lowly doors.
第 xx 頁 - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows...
第 xii 頁 - Annual for me, the grape, the rose, renew The juice nectareous, and the balmy dew ; For me, the mine a thousand treasures brings; For me, health gushes from a thousand springs ; Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise ; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.
第 xxii 頁 - The spring gush'd through grim mouths of granite made, And sparkled into basins, where it spent Its little torrent in a thousand bubbles, Like man's vain glory, and his vainer troubles.