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 49 筆
第 iv 頁
... spring - gale of pros- perity , or sink into ( perhaps deserved ) neglect and oblivion , yet he would be solicitous to avow the since- rity of his motive in thus endeavouring to add his small contribution to the support of Virtue and ...
... spring - gale of pros- perity , or sink into ( perhaps deserved ) neglect and oblivion , yet he would be solicitous to avow the since- rity of his motive in thus endeavouring to add his small contribution to the support of Virtue and ...
第 vi 頁
... Spring Morning Landscape . Mid - day .. Sunset .. .. .. .. .. .. : .. ditto 62 Warton ib . . Langhorne 64 .. Phillips 65 Montgomery 67 Blacket 71 :: .. ditto 73 . ditto 74 .. .. ditto 75 White 76 .. Macneil ib . White 79 .. Moore 81 ...
... Spring Morning Landscape . Mid - day .. Sunset .. .. .. .. .. .. : .. ditto 62 Warton ib . . Langhorne 64 .. Phillips 65 Montgomery 67 Blacket 71 :: .. ditto 73 . ditto 74 .. .. ditto 75 White 76 .. Macneil ib . White 79 .. Moore 81 ...
第 vii 頁
... Spring .. Coleridge 98 November .. .. .. .. Perfect 99 Peasant of the Alps .. ·· .. Charlotte Smith 102 Morning and Evening .. .. .. Anon . 104 Spring .. ·· .. .. .. ditto 105 Autumnal Sketch .. .. .. ditto 107 Legendary . Lady of the ...
... Spring .. Coleridge 98 November .. .. .. .. Perfect 99 Peasant of the Alps .. ·· .. Charlotte Smith 102 Morning and Evening .. .. .. Anon . 104 Spring .. ·· .. .. .. ditto 105 Autumnal Sketch .. .. .. ditto 107 Legendary . Lady of the ...
第 viii 頁
... Spring .. .. .. Elegy written on the Plains of Fontenoy Elegy written in a Country Church Yard Castle Building Elegy The Huntsman's Dirge A Dirge .. November , an Elegy .. Elegy ... .. Dermody 150 Carter 151 Rogers 153 Whitehead 155 ...
... Spring .. .. .. Elegy written on the Plains of Fontenoy Elegy written in a Country Church Yard Castle Building Elegy The Huntsman's Dirge A Dirge .. November , an Elegy .. Elegy ... .. Dermody 150 Carter 151 Rogers 153 Whitehead 155 ...
第 15 頁
... spring of youth , the fire of heaven , The grave's deep shadows dawn ! He slept not on the battle plain The slumber of the brave- Worn with disease , and rack'd with pain , Far o'er ' th Atlantic wave He sought eluding health in vain ...
... spring of youth , the fire of heaven , The grave's deep shadows dawn ! He slept not on the battle plain The slumber of the brave- Worn with disease , and rack'd with pain , Far o'er ' th Atlantic wave He sought eluding health in vain ...
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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.