The Living Age, 第 213 卷Living Age Company, 1897 |
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第 291 頁 - When the morning stars sang together, and the sons of God shouted for joy.
第 301 頁 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
第 299 頁 - To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
第 533 頁 - While fly and leaf and insect stood revealed, That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind ? Why do we then shun death with anxious strife ? If light can thus deceive, wherefore not life ? — JOSEPH BLANCO WHITE.
第 299 頁 - IN a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them, With a sleety whistle through them; Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime.
第 302 頁 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
第 277 頁 - Howbeit that was not first which is spiritual, but that which is natural ; and afterwards that which is spiritual.
第 227 頁 - Arise to thee; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying thro' the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms. And murmuring of innumerable bees.
第 665 頁 - At the end of the fifteenth and the beginning of the sixteenth century, society was in a state of excitement.
第 209 頁 - Cressid's name the very crown of falsehood, If ever she leave Troilus ! Time, force, and death, Do to this body what extremes you can ; But the strong base and building of my love Is as the very centre of the earth, Drawing all things to it.