Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, 第 1 卷1853 |
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... ... A " Wrecked Isle " Love and Fear Dawn after a Revel Evening ... 167 ... ... 168 189 ... 224 ... ... 250 278 ... 280 280 ... ... 307 SMITH , ALEXANDER - Continued . A Sea Beach ... XX INDEX . Flowers LONGFELLOW PAGE PAGE.
... ... A " Wrecked Isle " Love and Fear Dawn after a Revel Evening ... 167 ... ... 168 189 ... 224 ... ... 250 278 ... 280 280 ... ... 307 SMITH , ALEXANDER - Continued . A Sea Beach ... XX INDEX . Flowers LONGFELLOW PAGE PAGE.
第 xxi 頁
... Rain Το 4 . ... ... A Sleeping Poet Alone A " Wrecked Isle Love and Fear Dawn after a Revel Evening ... ... 56 140 166 167 168 189 224 250 278 ... ... 280 ... 280 ... ... 307 ... SMITH , ALEXANDER - Continued . A Sea Beach ... XX INDEX .
... Rain Το 4 . ... ... A Sleeping Poet Alone A " Wrecked Isle Love and Fear Dawn after a Revel Evening ... ... 56 140 166 167 168 189 224 250 278 ... ... 280 ... 280 ... ... 307 ... SMITH , ALEXANDER - Continued . A Sea Beach ... XX INDEX .
第 10 頁
... fear , rather prejudice the reader against it , and deter many a one from proceeding further than the first stanza . We pray them not to heed this oddity , but to go through it with care , not once , but twice , and mark the many ...
... fear , rather prejudice the reader against it , and deter many a one from proceeding further than the first stanza . We pray them not to heed this oddity , but to go through it with care , not once , but twice , and mark the many ...
第 15 頁
... fear to fall . A chance may win what by mischance was lost ; That net that holds no great , takes little , fish : In some things all , in all things none are cross'd ; Few all they need , but none have all they wish ; Unmingled joys ...
... fear to fall . A chance may win what by mischance was lost ; That net that holds no great , takes little , fish : In some things all , in all things none are cross'd ; Few all they need , but none have all they wish ; Unmingled joys ...
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... fear , but his is certain peace . It may be that the tempter's wiles their souls from bliss may sever , But , if our own poor faith fail not , he must be ours for ever . When we think of what our darling is , and what we still must be ...
... fear , but his is certain peace . It may be that the tempter's wiles their souls from bliss may sever , But , if our own poor faith fail not , he must be ours for ever . When we think of what our darling is , and what we still must be ...
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第 76 頁 - 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...
第 190 頁 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken 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 52 頁 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
第 367 頁 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
第 5 頁 - All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
第 4 頁 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
第 364 頁 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
第 240 頁 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star...
第 53 頁 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
第 297 頁 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.