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beauty beneath bitter blue breast breath bright brow COLL comes dark dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair fall farewell fear fields fire flowers gaze glad glory golden grace grave green hair hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour kiss knew land leaves light lips live lonely look maid mind morning never night o'er once OXFORD passed peace Rejoice rest rose round seemed shade shining shore side sigh silent sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound spring stands star strange stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought Till told true turned voice waves whisper wild wind young
第 27 頁 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee ; for whither thou goest I will go, and where thou lodgest, I will lodge ; thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God ; where thou diest I will die, and there will I be buried ; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
第 106 頁 - Love not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face, Nor for any outward part, No, nor for my constant heart, — For those may fail, or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever : Keep therefore a true woman's eye, And love me still, but know not why—- So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever ! Anon.
第 108 頁 - I kissed her on the false, false lips — That burning kiss, I feel it now! "True love gives true love of the best: Then take", I cried, "my heart to thee!" The very heart from out my breast I plucked, I gave it willingly: Her very heart she gave to me — Then died the glory from the west. In the gray light I saw her face, And it was withered, old, and gray; The flowers were fading in their place, Were fading with the fading day.
第 129 頁 - I PAINTED her a gushing thing, With years perhaps a score ; I little thought to find they were At least a dozen more ; My fancy gave her eyes of blue, A curly auburn head : I came to find the blue a green, The auburn turned to red. She boxed my ears this morning, They tingled very much ; I own that I could wish her A somewhat lighter touch ; And if you were to ask me how Her charms might be improved, I would not have them added to, But just a few removed ! She has the bear's ethereal grace, The bland...
第 114 頁 - And will it do, O will it do To take them in a lump — As 'the wild man went his weary way To a strange and lonely pump'?" "Nay, nay! You must not hastily To such conclusions jump. "Such epithets, like pepper, Give zest to what you write; And if you strew them sparely, They whet the appetite: But if you lay them on too thick, You spoil the matter quite!
第 113 頁 - For first you write a sentence, And then you chop it small ; Then mix the bits, and sort them out Just as they chance to fall: The order of the phrases makes...
第 138 頁 - So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf, to make an apple pie ; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. What ! no soap?
第 130 頁 - ... thought to find they were At least a dozen more; My fancy gave her eyes of blue, A curly auburn head: I came to find the blue a green, The auburn turned to red. She boxed my ears this morning, They tingled very much; I own that I could wish her A somewhat lighter touch; And if you were to ask me how Her charms might be improved, I would not have them added to, But just a few removed! She has the bear's ethereal grace, The bland hyena's laugh, The footstep of the elephant, The neck of the giraffe;...
第 114 頁 - that phrase Would answer very well. "Then fourthly, there are epithets That suit with any word— As well as Harvey's Reading Sauce With fish, or flesh, or bird— Of these, 'wild,' 'lonely,' 'weary,' 'strange,
第 4 頁 - So after many years he came A wanderer from a distant shore: The street, the house, were still the same, But those he sought were there no more; His burning words, his hopes and fears, Unheeded, fell on alien ears. Only the children from their play Would pause the mournful tale to hear, Shrinking in half-alarm away, Or step by step would venture near, To touch with timid curious hands That strange wild man from other lands. He sat beside the busy street There, where he last had seen her face; And...