The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to BaylySamuel Carter Hall Saunders and Otley, 1838 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 47 筆
第 14 頁
... dead . It may be ungracious to disobey the mandate , " Lift not thy spear against the Muse's bower ; " but the warning cannot have reference to the spear of Ithuriel . Truth is so precious , that it never costs too much . We protest at ...
... dead . It may be ungracious to disobey the mandate , " Lift not thy spear against the Muse's bower ; " but the warning cannot have reference to the spear of Ithuriel . Truth is so precious , that it never costs too much . We protest at ...
第 22 頁
... dead . The world is aware that he has had some enemies : no one ever deserved them less . His friends are numerous , devoted , and firm . No one ever earned them better , or merited them more : " We soon live down Evil or good report ...
... dead . The world is aware that he has had some enemies : no one ever deserved them less . His friends are numerous , devoted , and firm . No one ever earned them better , or merited them more : " We soon live down Evil or good report ...
第 25 頁
... dead ; I question'd more , and learnt her mournful tale . She bore unhusbanded a mother's pains , And he who should have cherish'd her , far off Sail'd on the seas . Left thus a wretched one , Scorn made a mock of her , and evil tongues ...
... dead ; I question'd more , and learnt her mournful tale . She bore unhusbanded a mother's pains , And he who should have cherish'd her , far off Sail'd on the seas . Left thus a wretched one , Scorn made a mock of her , and evil tongues ...
第 32 頁
... dead , has enjoyed a popularity so universal : and if an author's position is to depend on the delight he produces , we must class the author of " Lallah Rookh , " and the " Irish Melodies , " as " chiefest of the Bards " of modern ...
... dead , has enjoyed a popularity so universal : and if an author's position is to depend on the delight he produces , we must class the author of " Lallah Rookh , " and the " Irish Melodies , " as " chiefest of the Bards " of modern ...
第 38 頁
... dead , And all but he departed ! Thus in the stilly night , Ere Slumber's chain has bound me , Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me . WHEN ' MIDST THE GAY I MEET . WHEN ' 38 MOORE . 13 Oft, in the Stilly Night.
... dead , And all but he departed ! Thus in the stilly night , Ere Slumber's chain has bound me , Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me . WHEN ' MIDST THE GAY I MEET . WHEN ' 38 MOORE . 13 Oft, in the Stilly Night.
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第 13 頁 - MILTON ! thou shouldst be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
第 49 頁 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
第 10 頁 - Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
第 12 頁 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
第 7 頁 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
第 31 頁 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
第 125 頁 - Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
第 125 頁 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
第 10 頁 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
第 7 頁 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone...