Favorite Odes and Poems: By Collins, Dryden and MarvellJ.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 |
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第 42 頁
... happy they , the wise contented poor , From lust of wealth , and dread of death se- cure ! They tempt no deserts , and no griefs they find ; Peace rules the day , where reason rules the mind . ' Sad was the hour , and luckless was the ...
... happy they , the wise contented poor , From lust of wealth , and dread of death se- cure ! They tempt no deserts , and no griefs they find ; Peace rules the day , where reason rules the mind . ' Sad was the hour , and luckless was the ...
第 44 頁
... Happy , happy , happy pair ! None but the brave , None but the brave , None but the brave deserves the fair . Timotheus , placed on high Amid the tuneful choir , With flying fingers touched the lyre ; The trembling notes ascend the sky ...
... Happy , happy , happy pair ! None but the brave , None but the brave , None but the brave deserves the fair . Timotheus , placed on high Amid the tuneful choir , With flying fingers touched the lyre ; The trembling notes ascend the sky ...
第 57 頁
... happy region is thy place , 1 Cease thy celestial song a little space ; Thou wilt have time enough for hymus divine , Since heaven's eternal year is thine . Hear then a mortal muse thy praise rehearse , In no ignoble verse ; But such as ...
... happy region is thy place , 1 Cease thy celestial song a little space ; Thou wilt have time enough for hymus divine , Since heaven's eternal year is thine . Hear then a mortal muse thy praise rehearse , In no ignoble verse ; But such as ...
第 63 頁
... Happy the man , and happy he alone , He , who can call to - day his own : He who , secure within , can say , To - morrow , do thy worst , for I have lived to - day . Be fair , or foul , or rain , or shine , The joys I have possessed ...
... Happy the man , and happy he alone , He , who can call to - day his own : He who , secure within , can say , To - morrow , do thy worst , for I have lived to - day . Be fair , or foul , or rain , or shine , The joys I have possessed ...
第 89 頁
... : There , like a bird , it sits and sings , Then whets and claps its silver wings , And , till prepared for longer flight , Waves in its plumes the various light . Such was that happy garden - state , While man THE GARDEN . 89.
... : There , like a bird , it sits and sings , Then whets and claps its silver wings , And , till prepared for longer flight , Waves in its plumes the various light . Such was that happy garden - state , While man THE GARDEN . 89.
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ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL Achitophel ALFRED TENNYSON ANTISTROPHE Bacchus BERMUDA bless blest BOSTON breath buskined CHARLES DICKENS charm Congregationalist crown delight desert dewy dirge dreary drest dwell EMERSON EPODE eternal eyes fair fame fate FAVORITE POEMS FAVORITE fawn fear feet fire flowers fortune's Gaul golden grace Greece green H. W. LONGFELLOW hand happy harmony hast haunt hear heard heart heaven heavenly holy hour JAMES joys light lilies Little Classics lived luckless lyre maid melt midst mind mortal mourn Muse myrtles ne'er numbers nymph o'er OSGOOD Paraclete Pity pleasure POEMS FAVORITE POEMS praise pride rage rich roses round sacred scene Schiraz shade shrine sing soft song soothe soul sound storm strain stream sullen sung sweet sylvan Sylvio T. B. ALDRICH tears thee thine thou thrice thunder Timotheus toil tree vale Vest-Pocket Series voice W. D. HOWELLS weep wild winds wound youth
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第 89 頁 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
第 50 頁 - Revenge ! revenge ! Timotheus cries, See the furies arise ! See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair ! And the sparkles that flash from their eyes...
第 46 頁 - Changed his hand and check'd his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse: He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen. Fallen from his high estate. And...
第 93 頁 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands. He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try; Nor called the Gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right ; But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
第 89 頁 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
第 52 頁 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began ; When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead.
第 66 頁 - DIM as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wandering travellers, Is reason to the soul : and as on high Those rolling fires discover but the sky, Not light us here ; so Reason's glimmering ray Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way, But guide us upward to a better day. And as those nightly tapers disappear When day's bright lord ascends our hemisphere ; So pale grows Reason at Religion's sight ; So dies, and so dissolves in supernatural light.
第 13 頁 - He threw his blood-stained 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 11 頁 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound; And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each (for Madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power.
第 45 頁 - The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes; Sound the trumpets, beat the drums ! Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes ! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...