Gems of the Modern Poets: With Biographical NoticesCarey and Hart, 1842 - 408 頁 |
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... breast : - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things , Fallings from us , vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized , High ...
... breast : - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things , Fallings from us , vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized , High ...
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... breast , and in my brain , Awake the pangs that pass not by , The thought that ne'er shall sleep again . My soul nor deigns , nor dares complain , Though grief and passion there rebel ; I only know we loved in vain , — I only feel ...
... breast , and in my brain , Awake the pangs that pass not by , The thought that ne'er shall sleep again . My soul nor deigns , nor dares complain , Though grief and passion there rebel ; I only know we loved in vain , — I only feel ...
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... breast That beats beneath a broider'd veil ; And she who comes in glittering vest To mourn her frailty , still is frail . Not so the faded form I prize And love , because its bloom is gone ; The glory in those sainted eyes Is all the ...
... breast That beats beneath a broider'd veil ; And she who comes in glittering vest To mourn her frailty , still is frail . Not so the faded form I prize And love , because its bloom is gone ; The glory in those sainted eyes Is all the ...
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... breast , As she dances about the sun . I wield the flail of the lashing hail , And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain , And laugh as I pass in thunder . I sift the snow on the mountains below , And ...
... breast , As she dances about the sun . I wield the flail of the lashing hail , And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain , And laugh as I pass in thunder . I sift the snow on the mountains below , And ...
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... breast ? And ghosts of unforgiven crimes Murder thy rest ? " Lash'd by the furies of the mind , From wrath and vengeance wouldst thou flee ? Ah ! think not , hope not , fool , to find A friend in me : " By all the terrors of the tomb ...
... breast ? And ghosts of unforgiven crimes Murder thy rest ? " Lash'd by the furies of the mind , From wrath and vengeance wouldst thou flee ? Ah ! think not , hope not , fool , to find A friend in me : " By all the terrors of the tomb ...
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第 276 頁 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
第 58 頁 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
第 176 頁 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
第 10 頁 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
第 15 頁 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! 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 splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
第 63 頁 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, "Would'st thou me?" Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, "Shall I nestle near thy side? Would'st thou me?"— And I replied, "No, not thee.
第 164 頁 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest...
第 279 頁 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven; Then rush'd the steed, to battle driven; And louder than the bolts of Heaven Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow; And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 490 'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
第 41 頁 - And often when I go to plough The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men/ said he, 'Were slain in that great victory.' 'Now tell us what 'twas all about...
第 17 頁 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.