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第42页
... hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world , that I am fled From this vile world , with vilest worms to dwell ! Nay , if you read this line , remember not The hand that writ it : for I love you so , That I in your sweet ...
... hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world , that I am fled From this vile world , with vilest worms to dwell ! Nay , if you read this line , remember not The hand that writ it : for I love you so , That I in your sweet ...
第50页
... hear thy buskin tread , And shake a stage or when thy socks were on , Leave thee alone for the comparison Of all , that insolent Greece or haughty Rome Sent forth , or since did from their ashes come . Triumph , my Britain , thou hast ...
... hear thy buskin tread , And shake a stage or when thy socks were on , Leave thee alone for the comparison Of all , that insolent Greece or haughty Rome Sent forth , or since did from their ashes come . Triumph , my Britain , thou hast ...
第79页
... hear her kindle her soft voice , In the close murmur of a sparkling noise ; And lay the ground - work of her hopeful song , Still keeping in the forward stream so long , Till a sweet whirlwind ( striving to get out ) Heaves her soft ...
... hear her kindle her soft voice , In the close murmur of a sparkling noise ; And lay the ground - work of her hopeful song , Still keeping in the forward stream so long , Till a sweet whirlwind ( striving to get out ) Heaves her soft ...
第90页
... hear the tread Of hateful step ; I must be viewless now . COMUS enters with a charming rod in one hand , his glass in the other ; with him a rout of monsters , headed like sundry sorts of wild beasts , but otherwise like men and women ...
... hear the tread Of hateful step ; I must be viewless now . COMUS enters with a charming rod in one hand , his glass in the other ; with him a rout of monsters , headed like sundry sorts of wild beasts , but otherwise like men and women ...
第99页
... hear The folded flocks penn'd in their wattled cotes , Or sound of pastoral reed with oaten stops , Or whistle from the lodge , or village cock Count the night watches to his feathery dames , " Twould be some solace yet , some little ...
... hear The folded flocks penn'd in their wattled cotes , Or sound of pastoral reed with oaten stops , Or whistle from the lodge , or village cock Count the night watches to his feathery dames , " Twould be some solace yet , some little ...
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热门引用章节
第355页 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
第194页 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
第341页 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide : Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
第42页 - Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
第164页 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And Desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
第170页 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
第354页 - And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. 'O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!' The Hermit crossed his brow. 'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee say — What manner of man art thou?
第165页 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
第171页 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
第44页 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.