Poems, chosen and ed. by M. Arnold |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 39 筆
第 xxi 頁
... face from a manuscript written within and without to declaim these lines of Wordsworth ; and in the soul of any poor child of nature who may have wandered in thither , an unutterable sense of lamentation , and mourning , and woe ! " But ...
... face from a manuscript written within and without to declaim these lines of Wordsworth ; and in the soul of any poor child of nature who may have wandered in thither , an unutterable sense of lamentation , and mourning , and woe ! " But ...
第 6 頁
... face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . To - night will be a stormy night- You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , Child , to light Your mother through the snow . ' " That , Father ! will I gladly do : ' Tis scarcely ...
... face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . To - night will be a stormy night- You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , Child , to light Your mother through the snow . ' " That , Father ! will I gladly do : ' Tis scarcely ...
第 8 頁
... face is fair and fresh to see ; His limbs are cast in beauty's mould , And dearly he loves me . One morn we strolled on our dry walk , Our quiet home all full in view , And held such intermitted talk As we are wont to do . My thoughts ...
... face is fair and fresh to see ; His limbs are cast in beauty's mould , And dearly he loves me . One morn we strolled on our dry walk , Our quiet home all full in view , And held such intermitted talk As we are wont to do . My thoughts ...
第 13 頁
... face : If Nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring , Thus , thought I , to her Lamb that little Maid might sing : " What ails thee , Young One ? what ? Why pull so at thy cord ? Is it not well with thee ? well both for bed and ...
... face : If Nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring , Thus , thought I , to her Lamb that little Maid might sing : " What ails thee , Young One ? what ? Why pull so at thy cord ? Is it not well with thee ? well both for bed and ...
第 17 頁
... face , there , of dusky - browed Jack , And the pale - visaged Baker's , with basket on back . That errand - bound ' Prentice was passing in haste- What matter ! he's caught - and his time runs to waste --- The Newsman is stopped ...
... face , there , of dusky - browed Jack , And the pale - visaged Baker's , with basket on back . That errand - bound ' Prentice was passing in haste- What matter ! he's caught - and his time runs to waste --- The Newsman is stopped ...
常見字詞
Ambleside art thou beauty behold beneath birds blessed bower breath bright brook Busk calm cheer clouds Cottage dark dear delight dost doth dream earth F. T. PALGRAVE fair fancy fear feel flowers FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE Friend gentle Glaramara glory golden perch Grasmere grave green grove happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hope hour human Kilve live lofty lonely look mighty mind morning mortal mountain mourn murmur Nature Nature's never o'er pass passion peace pleasure POEMS poet poetry praise quiet RIVER DUDDON rock round season shade sigh sight silent SIMPLON PASS sing SIR NOEL PATON Skiddaw sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit St Mary's Abbey stars streams summer sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art thought Trajan trees truth Vale voice wander wild wind woods Wordsworth Yarrow youth
熱門章節
第 192 頁 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
第 214 頁 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration: the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
第 196 頁 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence ; truths that wake, To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy...
第 3 頁 - Not blither is the mountain roe: With many a wanton stroke Her feet disperse the powdery snow, That rises up like smoke. The storm came on before its time: She wandered up and down; And many a hill did Lucy climb: But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At day-break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They...
第 198 頁 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
第 xxxi 頁 - I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head.
第 xv 頁 - One adequate support For the calamities of mortal life Exists — one only; an assured belief That the procession of our fate, howe'er Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being Of infinite benevolence and power; Whose everlasting purposes embrace All accidents, converting them to good.
第 190 頁 - Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice ; The confidence of reason give ; And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live ! 1805.
第 179 頁 - But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a lover ; and attired With sudden brightness, like a man inspired ; And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw...
第 135 頁 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.