Tales by Leigh Hunt, Now First CollectedW. Paterson & Company, 1891 - 388 頁 |
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第 294 頁 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
第 223 頁 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on, which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth (for out it must) It looked like the great collar (just) About our young colt's neck.
第 294 頁 - The western wave was all a-flame; The day was well nigh done! Almost upon the western wave Rested the broad bright Sun; When that strange shape drove suddenly Betwixt us and the Sun.
第 223 頁 - And blesseth her with his two happy hands, How the red roses flush up in her cheeks And the pure snow with goodly vermeil stain, Like crimson dyed in grain...
第 223 頁 - The woods no more shal answere, nor your echo ring. Now welcome, night! thou night so long expected. That long daies labour doest at last defray, And all my cares, which cruell...
第 vii 頁 - Think you he nought but prison walls did see, Till, so unwilling, thou unturn'dst the key? Ah, no! far happier, nobler was his fate! In Spenser's halls he strayed, and bowers fair, Culling enchanted flowers; and he flew With daring Milton through the fields of air: To regions of his own his genius true Took happy flights.
第 223 頁 - The more they on it stare. But her sad eyes, still fastened on the ground, Are governed with goodly modesty, That suffers not one looke to glaunce awry, Which may let in a little thought unsownd.
第 294 頁 - With broad and burning face. Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres?
第 223 頁 - Her lips were red. and one was thin, Compared with that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly.
第 v 頁 - Here I wrote and read in fine weather, sometimes under an awning. In autumn, my trellises were hung with scarlet-runners, which added to the flowery investment. I used to shut my eyes in my arm-chair, and affect to think myself hundreds of miles off. But my triumph was in issuing forth of a morning.