The village bridal and other poems. Also, two lectures |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 7 筆
第 34 頁
... mourn'd in secret unconsol'd , ' Till Time suppress'd their grief , and bade them be more bold . * * * * At last the Bridal hour hath come - the village bells Ring sweetly - and each bounding heart with rapture swells . The day is ...
... mourn'd in secret unconsol'd , ' Till Time suppress'd their grief , and bade them be more bold . * * * * At last the Bridal hour hath come - the village bells Ring sweetly - and each bounding heart with rapture swells . The day is ...
第 48 頁
... brightly falls , And sweet musical delight rings thro ' Nature's halls . The mother heeds it not , her soul is torn with anguish wild , And bitterly she mourns the loss of her departed child ! THE DYING WIFE . SUGGESTED BY THE DEATH OF A ...
... brightly falls , And sweet musical delight rings thro ' Nature's halls . The mother heeds it not , her soul is torn with anguish wild , And bitterly she mourns the loss of her departed child ! THE DYING WIFE . SUGGESTED BY THE DEATH OF A ...
第 51 頁
... mourns in sadness lone , To wander ' mid the universal plan , And cull the flowers of beauty , which alone With glist'ning pride , would charm the wand'ring scan , And with undying love pinion the soul of man ! I would not leap the ...
... mourns in sadness lone , To wander ' mid the universal plan , And cull the flowers of beauty , which alone With glist'ning pride , would charm the wand'ring scan , And with undying love pinion the soul of man ! I would not leap the ...
第 91 頁
... mourn thy fate , and breathe a purer breath . OH , GIVE ME A FRIEND . Oh , give me a friend , ever willing to cheer , When sickness is by and adversity near ; Free from the taint of the worldly and proud , Solely possessed with the aim ...
... mourn thy fate , and breathe a purer breath . OH , GIVE ME A FRIEND . Oh , give me a friend , ever willing to cheer , When sickness is by and adversity near ; Free from the taint of the worldly and proud , Solely possessed with the aim ...
第 110 頁
... Mourn , " are among the best of his productions - the latter containing some sturdy honest - hearted sentiments , showing forcibly to the mind their truthfulness : - 66 " When chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare ...
... Mourn , " are among the best of his productions - the latter containing some sturdy honest - hearted sentiments , showing forcibly to the mind their truthfulness : - 66 " When chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare ...
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angel barque beauty behold BIRKENHEAD blest bliss breast breath brother child clouds co-operation dark shadows dear death delight diction divine doth dream e'en earth Edgar Allan Poe Eliza Cook enchanting evanescent faith flowers freedom gaze give glide glorious glowing golden ears happiness hath heart Hertfordshire holy hope human ideal ignorance imagination influence intellectual labour life's live Love's majesty mankind means mind misery moral moral philosophy mother mould mourn mysterious mystic nature Nature's ne'er neath nestling never night nought o'er Poems poet poetic poetic diction Poetry of Feeling poverty pride principle produce Progress Quoth the Raven rapture Redhill reform reign Religion rill serfdom shine slave slavery smiles social soul strife struggle sublime sweet sweetly thee There's music things thou thought thrill thro tion toil truth Virtue's voice waft Whilst Wolverton wonderful youthful
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第 115 頁 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
第 114 頁 - Nevermore." "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 114 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 114 頁 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
第 115 頁 - Yet the ear, it fully knows, By the twanging And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows ; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells — Of the bells— Of the bells, bells, bells...
第 112 頁 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.
第 116 頁 - Go to the raging sea, and say, " Be still !" Bid the wild lawless winds obey thy will ; Preach to the storm, and reason with Despair, But tell not Misery's son that life is fair.
第 110 頁 - Young stranger, whither wand'rest thou ? Began the rev'rend Sage ! Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain, Or youthful pleasure's rage ? Or, haply, prest with cares and woes, Too soon thou hast began To wander forth, with me, to mourn The miseries of Man.
第 112 頁 - O death ! the poor man's dearest friend. The kindest and the best ! Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great, the wealthy, fear thy blow, From pomp and pleasure torn ; But, Oh ! a blest relief to those That weary-laden mourn ! A PRAYER, IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.
第 115 頁 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang and clash and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows...