讀者評論 - 撰寫評論
其他版本 - 查看全部
bear beauty bird bless blue breast breath bright brow child clear dark dead death deep depart dreams dwell earth face fair Father fear flow flowers gaze give glance gleam glorious glory glow gone grave green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hills holy hope hour Italy land leaves light living lone look meet midst mighty mountain never night o'er o’er once pale pass past prayer proud pure rest rich rise rose round scene shade shadow shed shore shrine silent skies sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stars strain stream strong sweet swell tears tell thee thine things Thou art Thou hast thought tomb tone tree unto voice wake wave wild wind wings woods young
第 124 頁 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame. Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear: — They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
第 161 頁 - Speak, Father!" once again he cried, "If I may yet be gone!" —And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
第 348 頁 - Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies ! — Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main ; Earth claims not these again.
第 114 頁 - O'er all the pleasant land! The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam ; And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream. The merry homes of England! Around their hearths by night What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told ; Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old.
第 123 頁 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
第 217 頁 - Then, starting from the ground once more, he seized the monarch's rein, Amidst the pale and wildered looks of all the courtier train ; And, with a fierce, o'ermastering grasp, the rearing war-horse led, And sternly set them face to face, — the king before the dead...
第 160 頁 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.
第 190 頁 - Their course with mast and flag is done, There slumber England's dead. The warlike of the isles, The men of field and wave ! Are not the rocks their funeral piles, The seas and shores their grave ? Go, stranger ! track the deep, Free, free the white sail spread ! Wave may not foam, nor wild wind sweep, Where rest not England's dead.