Favorite Odes and Poems: By Collins, Dryden and MarvellJ.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 |
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第 11 頁
... 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 . First Fear his hand , its skill to try ,. HEN Music , heavenly maid , was. THE PASSIONS.
... 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 . First Fear his hand , its skill to try ,. HEN Music , heavenly maid , was. THE PASSIONS.
第 18 頁
... Hours , and Elves Who slept in buds the day , And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge , And sheds the freshening dew , and , lovelier still , The pensive Pleasures sweet , Prepare thy shadowy car . Then let me rove some wild ...
... Hours , and Elves Who slept in buds the day , And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge , And sheds the freshening dew , and , lovelier still , The pensive Pleasures sweet , Prepare thy shadowy car . Then let me rove some wild ...
第 26 頁
... hour , When most its sounds would court thy ears , Let not my shell's misguided power E'er draw thy sad , thy mindful tears . No , Freedom , no , I will not tell How Rome , before thy weeping face , With heaviest sound , a giant ...
... hour , When most its sounds would court thy ears , Let not my shell's misguided power E'er draw thy sad , thy mindful tears . No , Freedom , no , I will not tell How Rome , before thy weeping face , With heaviest sound , a giant ...
第 35 頁
... , No goblins lead their nightly crew ; But female fays shall haunt the green , And dress thy grave with pearly dew . The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his DIRGE IN CYMBELINE . 35 DIRGE IN CYMBELINE.
... , No goblins lead their nightly crew ; But female fays shall haunt the green , And dress thy grave with pearly dew . The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his DIRGE IN CYMBELINE . 35 DIRGE IN CYMBELINE.
第 36 頁
By Collins, Dryden and Marvell William Collins. The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid , With hoary moss and gathered flowers To deck the ground where thou art laid . When howling winds and beating rain In ...
By Collins, Dryden and Marvell William Collins. The redbreast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid , With hoary moss and gathered flowers To deck the ground where thou art laid . When howling winds and beating rain In ...
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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...