The Irish Quarterly Review, 第 5 卷,第 1 篇W. B. Kelly, 1855 |
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第 55 頁
... O'er field of bloom had rudely rush'd , And turned the roses pale . It was as if , in glen and grove , The wild birds sadly sung ; And every linnet mourn'd its love , And every thrush its young . It was as if , in dungeon gloom , Where ...
... O'er field of bloom had rudely rush'd , And turned the roses pale . It was as if , in glen and grove , The wild birds sadly sung ; And every linnet mourn'd its love , And every thrush its young . It was as if , in dungeon gloom , Where ...
第 63 頁
... o'er me hung a vision sweet , My heart will ne er forget- A dream o ' Summer twilight times When flowers wi ' dew were wet ! I thought on a ' the tales , Alice , O ' Woman's love and faith ; Of Truth that smiled at Fear , Alice , And ...
... o'er me hung a vision sweet , My heart will ne er forget- A dream o ' Summer twilight times When flowers wi ' dew were wet ! I thought on a ' the tales , Alice , O ' Woman's love and faith ; Of Truth that smiled at Fear , Alice , And ...
第 64 頁
But light came o'er my way , Alice , And life grew joy to me ; The daisy in my path , Alice , Unclosed its gentle e'e ; Love breath'd in ilka wind that blew , And in ilk birdie's sang ; Wi ' sunny thoughts o ' summer time The blithesome ...
But light came o'er my way , Alice , And life grew joy to me ; The daisy in my path , Alice , Unclosed its gentle e'e ; Love breath'd in ilka wind that blew , And in ilk birdie's sang ; Wi ' sunny thoughts o ' summer time The blithesome ...
第 65 頁
... o'er my hand ; What is it ? pray thee tell : Sunlight come down among the trees Into this narrow dell ? Thou seest the sunlight and the sun , And both are very bright ! " Tis well they are not known to m Or I might loathe my night : But ...
... o'er my hand ; What is it ? pray thee tell : Sunlight come down among the trees Into this narrow dell ? Thou seest the sunlight and the sun , And both are very bright ! " Tis well they are not known to m Or I might loathe my night : But ...
第 66 頁
... o'er me silent breath'd ; And we wander'd through that happy land , That was gladly glorious a ' ; The dwellers there were an angel - band , And their voices o ' love did fa ' On our ravish d ears like the deein ' tones O ' an anthem ...
... o'er me silent breath'd ; And we wander'd through that happy land , That was gladly glorious a ' ; The dwellers there were an angel - band , And their voices o ' love did fa ' On our ravish d ears like the deein ' tones O ' an anthem ...
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第 574 頁 - 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 頁 - 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 頁 - 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 頁 - 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 頁 - 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 頁 - 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 頁 - 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 頁 - 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 頁 - 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 頁 - 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.