Selections from the British Poets, 第 2 卷Harper & brothers, 1840 |
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... hear th ' obstreperous trump of Fame ; Supremely bless'd if to their portion fall Health , competence , and peace . Nor higher aim Had he , whose simple tale these artless lines pro- claim . The rolls of Fame I will not now explore ...
... hear th ' obstreperous trump of Fame ; Supremely bless'd if to their portion fall Health , competence , and peace . Nor higher aim Had he , whose simple tale these artless lines pro- claim . The rolls of Fame I will not now explore ...
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... hear the voice of mirth and song rebound , Flocks , herds , and waterfalls , along the hoar pro- found ! In truth he was a strange and wayward wight , Fond of each gentle and each dreadful scene . In darkness and in storm he found ...
... hear the voice of mirth and song rebound , Flocks , herds , and waterfalls , along the hoar pro- found ! In truth he was a strange and wayward wight , Fond of each gentle and each dreadful scene . In darkness and in storm he found ...
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... hear ? To others do ( the law is not severe ) What to thyself thou wishest to be done . Forgive thy foes ; and love thy parents dear , And friends , and native land ; nor those alone ; All human weal and wo learn thou to make thine own ...
... hear ? To others do ( the law is not severe ) What to thyself thou wishest to be done . Forgive thy foes ; and love thy parents dear , And friends , and native land ; nor those alone ; All human weal and wo learn thou to make thine own ...
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... hear ; The host himself no longer shall be found Careful to see the mantling glass go round ; Nor the coy maid , half willing to be press'd , Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest . Yes ! let the rich deride , the proud disdain 34 ...
... hear ; The host himself no longer shall be found Careful to see the mantling glass go round ; Nor the coy maid , half willing to be press'd , Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest . Yes ! let the rich deride , the proud disdain 34 ...
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... thy voice declare , Search ev'ry state , and canvass ev'ry pray'r . Unnumber'd suppliants crowd Preferment's gate , Athirst for wealth , and burning to be great ; Delusive Fortune hears th ' incessant call , They mount 42 SAMUEL JOHNSON .
... thy voice declare , Search ev'ry state , and canvass ev'ry pray'r . Unnumber'd suppliants crowd Preferment's gate , Athirst for wealth , and burning to be great ; Delusive Fortune hears th ' incessant call , They mount 42 SAMUEL JOHNSON .
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art thou auld lang syne beauty beneath bless'd bloom bosom bower Branksome Hall breast breath bright brow burst of joy calm charms cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream earth Elderslie ev'ry fair fame fancy fled flowers fond frae gaze gentle grave green happy harp hath hear heart Heaven hill hope hour John Gilpin JOSEPH ATKINSON Kilmeny land light living Lochiel lonely look Lord lyre Marmion mirth morn mountain murmur muse Nature's ne'er never night nymph o'er pass'd peace PIBROCH pleasure pow'r pride rapture rill rose round scene seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears thee thine thou art thought Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weep wild wind wings Yarrow youth
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第 166 頁 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly, at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet or in shroud we wound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
第 152 頁 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
第 179 頁 - But oh, that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover ! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...
第 32 頁 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
第 198 頁 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
第 196 頁 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
第 33 頁 - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declared how much he knew, 'Twas certain he could write and cipher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran that he could gauge...
第 167 頁 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
第 207 頁 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
第 155 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.