The Leading English Poets from Chaucer to BrowningHoughton Mifflin, 1915 - 918 頁 |
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... blood . Thanne wolde he speke , and crye as he were wood . And whan that he wel dronken hadde the wyn , 639 Than wolde he speke no word but Latyn . A fewe termes hadde he , two or three , That he had lerned out of som decree ; No wonder ...
... blood . Thanne wolde he speke , and crye as he were wood . And whan that he wel dronken hadde the wyn , 639 Than wolde he speke no word but Latyn . A fewe termes hadde he , two or three , That he had lerned out of som decree ; No wonder ...
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... blood , That lerued in that scole yeer by yere Swich maner doctrine as men used there , This is to seyn , to singen and to rede , As smale children doon in hir childhede . Among thise children was a widwes sone , 50 A litel clergeon ...
... blood , That lerued in that scole yeer by yere Swich maner doctrine as men used there , This is to seyn , to singen and to rede , As smale children doon in hir childhede . Among thise children was a widwes sone , 50 A litel clergeon ...
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... blood forth gushed from her corse . XXV Her scattred brood , soone as their parent deare They saw so rudely falling to the ground , Groning full deadly , all with troublous feare , Gathred themselves about her body round , Weening their ...
... blood forth gushed from her corse . XXV Her scattred brood , soone as their parent deare They saw so rudely falling to the ground , Groning full deadly , all with troublous feare , Gathred themselves about her body round , Weening their ...
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... blood he might be innocent , And with fresh clay did close the wooden wound : Then turning to his lady , dead with feare her fownd . XLV Her seeming dead he fownd with feigned feare , As all unweeting of that well she knew , And paynd ...
... blood he might be innocent , And with fresh clay did close the wooden wound : Then turning to his lady , dead with feare her fownd . XLV Her seeming dead he fownd with feigned feare , As all unweeting of that well she knew , And paynd ...
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... blood , Which he had spilt , and all to rags yrent , Through unadvized rashnes woxen wood ; For of his hands he had no governement , Ne car'd for blood in his avengement : But when the furious fitt was overpast , His cruell facts he ...
... blood , Which he had spilt , and all to rags yrent , Through unadvized rashnes woxen wood ; For of his hands he had no governement , Ne car'd for blood in his avengement : But when the furious fitt was overpast , His cruell facts he ...
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第 118 頁 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
第 333 頁 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
第 580 頁 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
第 567 頁 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
第 534 頁 - It struggles and howls at fits; Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream...
第 306 頁 - My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.
第 774 頁 - The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace, — all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech.
第 118 頁 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
第 745 頁 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
第 134 頁 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise. 70 (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But, the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.