David Gray, and Other Essays: Chiefly on Poetry |
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For Nature then ( The coarser pleasures of my boyish days , And their glad animal movements all gone by , ) To me was all in all . ... And all its aching joys are That time is past , now no more , And all its dizzy raptures . Not for ...
For Nature then ( The coarser pleasures of my boyish days , And their glad animal movements all gone by , ) To me was all in all . ... And all its aching joys are That time is past , now no more , And all its dizzy raptures . Not for ...
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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!
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| 書名 | David Gray, and Other Essays: Chiefly on Poetry |
| 作者 | Robert Williams Buchanan |
| 出版者 | Sampson, Low, Son, and Marston, 1868 |
| 來源： | 密西根大學 |
| 已數位化 | 2007年5月22日 |
| 頁數 | 318 頁 |
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