David Gray, and Other Essays: Chiefly on PoetrySampson, Low, Son, and Marston, 1868 - 318 頁 |
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第 7 頁
... heavens open , showing the glittering gods on the snowy shoulder of Olympus , Iris darting on the rainbow , whose lower end reddens the grim features of Poseidon , driving his chariot through the foam of the Trojan sea . The passion of ...
... heavens open , showing the glittering gods on the snowy shoulder of Olympus , Iris darting on the rainbow , whose lower end reddens the grim features of Poseidon , driving his chariot through the foam of the Trojan sea . The passion of ...
第 45 頁
... Heaven , or Earth , or Hell . Easy it may be seen that I intend Mercy colleague with justice , sending thee Man's friend , his mediator , his design'd Both ransome and redeemer voluntary , And destin'd man himself to judge men fall'n ...
... Heaven , or Earth , or Hell . Easy it may be seen that I intend Mercy colleague with justice , sending thee Man's friend , his mediator , his design'd Both ransome and redeemer voluntary , And destin'd man himself to judge men fall'n ...
第 66 頁
... heaven in us all that won't let us rest for a moment . Just now I would be happy if I knew a little more . I'd give ten years of life to see Rome , and Florence , and Venice , and the grand places of old ; and wasn't a burden on the old ...
... heaven in us all that won't let us rest for a moment . Just now I would be happy if I knew a little more . I'd give ten years of life to see Rome , and Florence , and Venice , and the grand places of old ; and wasn't a burden on the old ...
第 73 頁
... heaven , thy punctual harbinger ! O with thy ancient power prolong my days For ever ; tear this flesh - thick cursed life Enlinking me to this foul earth , the home Of cold mortality , this nether hell ! Rise , mighty conflagrations ...
... heaven , thy punctual harbinger ! O with thy ancient power prolong my days For ever ; tear this flesh - thick cursed life Enlinking me to this foul earth , the home Of cold mortality , this nether hell ! Rise , mighty conflagrations ...
第 74 頁
... heaven . Hiss ! moan ! shriek ! wreath thy livid serpentine Volutions , O ye earth - born flames ! and flout The silent skies with strange fire , like a dawn Rubific , terrible , a lurid glare ! Olympus shrinks beside thee ! I , alone ...
... heaven . Hiss ! moan ! shriek ! wreath thy livid serpentine Volutions , O ye earth - born flames ! and flout The silent skies with strange fire , like a dawn Rubific , terrible , a lurid glare ! Olympus shrinks beside thee ! I , alone ...
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第 24 頁 - And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
第 25 頁 - Here she was wont to go ! and here ! and here ! Just where those daisies, pinks, and violets grow : The world may find the Spring by following her ; For other print her airy steps ne'er left : Her treading would not bend a blade of grass, Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk ! But like the soft west-wind she shot along, And where she went the flowers took thickest root, As she had sowed them with her odorous foot...
第 213 頁 - Immense have been the preparations for me, , • Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd me. Cycles" ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold me. Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it...
第 29 頁 - For I have learned To look on Nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of Humanity! Not harsh, nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue! And I have felt A Presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts! a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused; Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean, and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of Man...
第 43 頁 - Prone on the ground, as since, but on his rear, Circular base of rising folds that towered Fold above fold, a surging maze, his head Crested aloft, and carbuncle his eyes ; With burnished neck of verdant gold, erect Amidst his circling spires, that on the grass Floated redundant...
第 39 頁 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
第 212 頁 - In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.
第 32 頁 - He holds on firmly to some thread of life — (It is the life to lead perforcedly) Which runs across some vast distracting orb Of glory on either side that meagre thread...
第 39 頁 - Teach us, Sprite or Bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
第 28 頁 - In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!