The Irish Quarterly Review, 第 5 卷,第 1 部分W. B. Kelly, 1855 |
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第54页
... leaf in a book , and returning the next day to continue the subject ; but sometimes the book was gone , and then great was my grief ! When out of a situation , I have often gone without a meal to purchase a book . Until I fell in love ...
... leaf in a book , and returning the next day to continue the subject ; but sometimes the book was gone , and then great was my grief ! When out of a situation , I have often gone without a meal to purchase a book . Until I fell in love ...
第64页
... leaves Upon each forest tree ! I hear its wild rejoicing birds Their songs of gladness sing ; To see them leap from bough to bough Must be a pleasant thing : I must but image it in mind , I cannot see it - I am blind i I feel the ...
... leaves Upon each forest tree ! I hear its wild rejoicing birds Their songs of gladness sing ; To see them leap from bough to bough Must be a pleasant thing : I must but image it in mind , I cannot see it - I am blind i I feel the ...
第65页
... leaves Its nursing dew hath shed . They must be fair ; but what is green ? What is a spreading tree ? What is a shady woodland walk ? Say , canst thou answer me ? No ! I may image them in mind , But cannot know them - I am blind ! The ...
... leaves Its nursing dew hath shed . They must be fair ; but what is green ? What is a spreading tree ? What is a shady woodland walk ? Say , canst thou answer me ? No ! I may image them in mind , But cannot know them - I am blind ! The ...
第66页
... leaves . Without ! the quiet heavens above The nest of life , did lean and brood ! Within ! the Mother s tears of blood Wet the Gethsemane of her love ! And when the Morn with frolic zest , Lookt through the curtains of the night ...
... leaves . Without ! the quiet heavens above The nest of life , did lean and brood ! Within ! the Mother s tears of blood Wet the Gethsemane of her love ! And when the Morn with frolic zest , Lookt through the curtains of the night ...
第67页
... leaves him , with his fine mind , as clear as ever in the contemplation of the condition of his class . Nicoll had no need of such re - formation of character as this . Sprung from the poor , Presbyterian stock , he was , by nature , of ...
... leaves him , with his fine mind , as clear as ever in the contemplation of the condition of his class . Nicoll had no need of such re - formation of character as this . Sprung from the poor , Presbyterian stock , he was , by nature , of ...
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第574页 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird, or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! Quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
第574页 - Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!— prophet still, if bird or devil! — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this Home by Horror haunted — tell me truly I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead? tell me — tell me, I implore!
第574页 - I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, — But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press ah nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
第200页 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
第574页 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
第576页 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we — Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
第579页 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
第579页 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing...
第459页 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
第201页 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent ! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings, He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.