Selections from the British Poets: Chronologically Arranged from Chaucer to the Present Time, Under Separate Divisions, with Introductions Explaining the Different Species of PoetryCommissioners of National Education in Ireland, 1851 |
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... Beneath thy own Almighty wings ! Forgive me , Lord , for thy dear Son , The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world , myself , and thee , I , ere I sleep , at peace may be . Teach me to live , that I may dread The grave as ...
... Beneath thy own Almighty wings ! Forgive me , Lord , for thy dear Son , The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world , myself , and thee , I , ere I sleep , at peace may be . Teach me to live , that I may dread The grave as ...
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... beneath death's scythe must drop . And soon or late forsake these fields . When future crops , in silent hoards , Sleep for a while , to service dead ; Thy emblem this , O grave ! affords The path to life , which all must tread . VOL ...
... beneath death's scythe must drop . And soon or late forsake these fields . When future crops , in silent hoards , Sleep for a while , to service dead ; Thy emblem this , O grave ! affords The path to life , which all must tread . VOL ...
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... Beneath the spacious temple of the sky , In adoration join ; and ardent raise One general song ! To Him , ye vocal gales , Breathe soft , whose spirit in your freshness breathes . Oh ! talk of Him in solitary glooms , Where , o'er the ...
... Beneath the spacious temple of the sky , In adoration join ; and ardent raise One general song ! To Him , ye vocal gales , Breathe soft , whose spirit in your freshness breathes . Oh ! talk of Him in solitary glooms , Where , o'er the ...
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... beneath the joyous moon . Ye that keep watch in Heaven , as Earth asleep Unconscious lies , effuse your mildest beams , Ye constellations , while your angels strike , Amid the spangled sky , the silver lyre . Great source of day ! best ...
... beneath the joyous moon . Ye that keep watch in Heaven , as Earth asleep Unconscious lies , effuse your mildest beams , Ye constellations , while your angels strike , Amid the spangled sky , the silver lyre . Great source of day ! best ...
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... Beneath its native quarry . Tir'd of earth And this diurnal scene , she springs aloft Through fields of air ; pursues the flying storm ; Rides on the vollied lightning through the heavens ; Or , yoked with whirlwinds and the northern ...
... Beneath its native quarry . Tir'd of earth And this diurnal scene , she springs aloft Through fields of air ; pursues the flying storm ; Rides on the vollied lightning through the heavens ; Or , yoked with whirlwinds and the northern ...
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常见术语和短语
ALEXANDER POPE AMERICAN POETRY beauty beneath birds bless blest bliss bloom BORN bowers breast breath bright calm charms clouds dark death deep delight Descriptive Poetry DIED doth earth English Poetry eternal fair flowers gaze GILES FLETCHER gloom glorious glory glow grave green happy hast hath heart heaven hills hope hour HYMN JAMES THOMSON labour LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON life's light live look Lord MARK AKENSIDE mighty mind morning mortal mountain mourn murmur nature nature's night numbers o'er pastoral pastoral poetry peace pleasure poetry poets praise prayer rest rill rise ROBERT SOUTHEY round sacred scene shade shine sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring stars stream sweet tears tempest thee THEOCRITUS thine things thou art thought toil trees trembling vale voice wave weary wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings youth
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第59页 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined, from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come...
第204页 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...
第203页 - To die, to sleep ; To sleep : perchance to dream : ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
第429页 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years ere I shall shear the fleece: So minutes, hours, days, months and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave.
第204页 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
第325页 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon. Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
第144页 - We need not bid, for cloister'd cell, Our neighbour and our work farewell, Nor strive to wind ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky : The trivial round, the common task, Would furnish all we ought to ask ; Room to deny ourselves ; a road To bring us, daily, nearer God.
第375页 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
第11页 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
第355页 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.