Poetical selections, consisting of the most approved pieces of our best British poets, excellent specimens of fugitive poetry, and some original pieces by Cowper, Darwin, and others |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 24 筆
第 45 頁
... bliss domestic beams on every cheek . A SCENE IN ARGYLESHIRE , Written on re - visiting it . CAMPBELL . AT the silence of twilight's contemplative hour , I have mus'd in a sorrowful mood , On the wind - shaken weeds that embosom the ...
... bliss domestic beams on every cheek . A SCENE IN ARGYLESHIRE , Written on re - visiting it . CAMPBELL . AT the silence of twilight's contemplative hour , I have mus'd in a sorrowful mood , On the wind - shaken weeds that embosom the ...
第 46 頁
... bliss to its centre may fall , But patience shall never depart ! Though the wilds of enchantment , all vernal and bright , In the days of delusion , by fancy combin'd With the vanishing phantoms of love and delight , Abandon my soul ...
... bliss to its centre may fall , But patience shall never depart ! Though the wilds of enchantment , all vernal and bright , In the days of delusion , by fancy combin'd With the vanishing phantoms of love and delight , Abandon my soul ...
第 49 頁
... bliss so sinall ; And oft I wish , amidst the scene , to find Some spot to real happiness consign'd , Where my worn soul , each wandering hope at rest , May gather bliss to see my fellows blest . But where to find that happiest spot ...
... bliss so sinall ; And oft I wish , amidst the scene , to find Some spot to real happiness consign'd , Where my worn soul , each wandering hope at rest , May gather bliss to see my fellows blest . But where to find that happiest spot ...
第 50 頁
... bliss at labour's earnest call ; With food as well the peasant is supply'd On Idra's cliffs as Arno's shelvy side ; And tho ' the rocky - crested summits frown , These rocks , by custom , turn to beds of den . From art more various are ...
... bliss at labour's earnest call ; With food as well the peasant is supply'd On Idra's cliffs as Arno's shelvy side ; And tho ' the rocky - crested summits frown , These rocks , by custom , turn to beds of den . From art more various are ...
第 51 頁
... bliss that sense alone bestows , And sensual bliss is all the nation knows . In florid beauty , groves and fields appear , Man seems the only growth that dwindles here ; Contrasted faults thro ' all his manners reign ; Tho ' poor ...
... bliss that sense alone bestows , And sensual bliss is all the nation knows . In florid beauty , groves and fields appear , Man seems the only growth that dwindles here ; Contrasted faults thro ' all his manners reign ; Tho ' poor ...
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第 18 頁 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave...
第 19 頁 - Like leviathans afloat Lay their bulwarks on the brine; While the sign of battle flew On the lofty British line: It was ten of April morn by the chime: As they drifted on their path There was silence deep as death; And the boldest held his breath For a time. But the might of England flush'd To anticipate the scene; And her van the fleeter rush'd O'er the deadly space between. "Hearts of oak!
第 169 頁 - Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death...
第 118 頁 - 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 gather'd o'er her.
第 20 頁 - Again ! again ! again ! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back; — Their shots along the deep slowly boom: Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail, Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
第 16 頁 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
第 221 頁 - He threw his blood-stain'd sword, in thunder, down ; And, with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
第 52 頁 - Now sinks at last, or feebly mans the soul; While low delights, succeeding fast behind, In happier meanness occupy the mind : As in those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, Defaced by time and tottering in decay, There in the ruin, heedless of the dead, The shelter-seeking peasant builds his shed ; And, wondering man could want the larger pile, Exults, and owns his cottage with a smile.
第 48 頁 - Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart, untravell'd, fondly turns to thee : Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
第 219 頁 - Adieu !" At length, his transient respite past. His comrades, who before Had heard his voice in every blast, Could catch the sound no more ; For then, by toil subdued, he drank The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him : but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age. Is wet with Anson's tear i And tears by bards or heroes shed, Alike immortalize the dead.