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 99 筆
第 7 頁
... thee with a weight , Heavy as frost , and deep almost as life ! O joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth live , That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual ...
... thee with a weight , Heavy as frost , and deep almost as life ! O joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth live , That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual ...
第 10 頁
... is not , therefore , less divine ; Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year , And worship'st at the temple's inner shrine , God being with thee when we know it not . THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US . THE world 10 WORDSWORTH .
... is not , therefore , less divine ; Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year , And worship'st at the temple's inner shrine , God being with thee when we know it not . THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US . THE world 10 WORDSWORTH .
第 11 頁
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
第 13 頁
... thee and thine a never - failing bond ) Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain : Yet might'st thou seem , proud privilege ! to sing All independent of the leafy spring . Leave to the nightingale her shady wood , - A privacy of ...
... thee and thine a never - failing bond ) Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain : Yet might'st thou seem , proud privilege ! to sing All independent of the leafy spring . Leave to the nightingale her shady wood , - A privacy of ...
第 16 頁
... thee well must quit thee with disgust , Degraded mass of animated dust ! Thy love is lust , thy friendship all a cheat , Thy smiles hypocrisy , thy words deceit ! By nature vile , ennobled but by name , Each kindred brute might bid thee ...
... thee well must quit thee with disgust , Degraded mass of animated dust ! Thy love is lust , thy friendship all a cheat , Thy smiles hypocrisy , thy words deceit ! By nature vile , ennobled but by name , Each kindred brute might bid thee ...
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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...