Nightingale Valley: A Collection, Including a Great Number of the Choicest Lyrics and Short Poems in the English LanguageBell and Daldy, 1860 - 288 頁 |
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... dancing in the sunny beam . Waste not these hours , so fresh , so gay , Leave thy soft couch , and haste away . Up ! time will tell the morning bell Its service - sound has chimed well : The aged crone keeps house alone , The reapers to ...
... dancing in the sunny beam . Waste not these hours , so fresh , so gay , Leave thy soft couch , and haste away . Up ! time will tell the morning bell Its service - sound has chimed well : The aged crone keeps house alone , The reapers to ...
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... dance , Which at the bottom , like a Fairy's page , As merry and no taller , dances still , Nor wrinkles the smooth surface of the Fount . Here twilight is and coolness : here is moss , A soft seat , and a deep and ample shade . Thou ...
... dance , Which at the bottom , like a Fairy's page , As merry and no taller , dances still , Nor wrinkles the smooth surface of the Fount . Here twilight is and coolness : here is moss , A soft seat , and a deep and ample shade . Thou ...
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... dance and sing For thy delights each May - morning : If these delights thy mind may move , Then live with me , and be my Love . CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE . S ° TO - DAY . O here hath been dawning Another blue day : Think wilt thou let it Slip ...
... dance and sing For thy delights each May - morning : If these delights thy mind may move , Then live with me , and be my Love . CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE . S ° TO - DAY . O here hath been dawning Another blue day : Think wilt thou let it Slip ...
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... dances and he yells ; Keeping time , time , time , In a sort of Runic rhyme , To the pean of the bells— Of the bells : Keeping time , time , time , In a sort of Runic rhyme , To the throbbing of the bells- Of the bells , bells , bells ...
... dances and he yells ; Keeping time , time , time , In a sort of Runic rhyme , To the pean of the bells— Of the bells : Keeping time , time , time , In a sort of Runic rhyme , To the throbbing of the bells- Of the bells , bells , bells ...
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... dancing , — Away ! The whirlwind is rolling , The thunder is tolling , The forest is swinging , The minster bells ringing , — Come away ! The Earth is like Ocean , Wreck - strewn and in motion Bird , beast , man , and worm , Have crept ...
... dancing , — Away ! The whirlwind is rolling , The thunder is tolling , The forest is swinging , The minster bells ringing , — Come away ! The Earth is like Ocean , Wreck - strewn and in motion Bird , beast , man , and worm , Have crept ...
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第 105 頁 - Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For eve^r and for ever when I move. \j^ How dull it is to pause, to make an end, $> To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho
第 96 頁 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
第 143 頁 - Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; 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 39 頁 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
第 85 頁 - This 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 lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
第 142 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 160 頁 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
第 63 頁 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting; The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may...
第 25 頁 - Her mantle laps Over my lady's wrist too much,' or 'Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat.
第 141 頁 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...