The girl's own reciter, ed. by C. Peters |
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angels answer asked bells beside bird bless boys breath bright child cold cried dark daughter dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel feet fell flowers give gold golden gone grave grow hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hold hope hour kind king knew lady land leave light live lonely look Lord morn mother never night o'er once pass poor rest ring Robin Hood rose round seemed side sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound stand stood strange sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Till took tree true turned unto voice wait waves weary weep wife wild wind young youth
热门引用章节
第235页 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not; Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower; Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
第204页 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Anabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
第204页 - A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee ; So that her high-born kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulcher In this kingdom by the sea.
第109页 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free!
第235页 - Teach us, Sprite or Bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chant, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
第267页 - I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
第121页 - The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart...
第28页 - And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring, Through the coal-dark, underground; Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round.
第40页 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh ! too strong for human hand, The tempest gathered o'er her.
第40页 - His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover?
书目信息
| 名称 | The girl's own reciter, ed. by C. Peters |
| 作者 | Charles Peters |
| 编者 | Charles Peters |
| 出版日期 | 1904 |
| 出处： | 牛津大学 |
| 数字化处理时间 | 2008年1月23日 |
| 导出参考文献 | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |