Gems of the Modern Poets: With Biographical NoticesCarey and Hart, 1842 - 408页 |
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... rose ; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare : Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth , — But yet I know , where'er I go , That there hath past away a glory from ...
... rose ; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare : Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth , — But yet I know , where'er I go , That there hath past away a glory from ...
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... and she saw That he was wretched , but she saw not all . He rose , and , with a cold and gentle grasp , He took her hand ; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced , and then it faded as it came BYRON . 3338.
... and she saw That he was wretched , but she saw not all . He rose , and , with a cold and gentle grasp , He took her hand ; a moment o'er his face A tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced , and then it faded as it came BYRON . 3338.
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... rose's bud ! And Fancy's emblems lost their glow , And Hope's sweet lines were all defaced , And Love himself could scarcely know What Love himself had lately traced ! At length the urchin Pleasure fled , ( For how 54 MOORE .
... rose's bud ! And Fancy's emblems lost their glow , And Hope's sweet lines were all defaced , And Love himself could scarcely know What Love himself had lately traced ! At length the urchin Pleasure fled , ( For how 54 MOORE .
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... roses on her cheeks ? Is hers an eye of this world's light ? No , -wan and sunk with midnight prayer Are the pale looks of her I love ; Or if , at times , a light be there , Its beam is kindled from above . I chose not her , my soul's ...
... roses on her cheeks ? Is hers an eye of this world's light ? No , -wan and sunk with midnight prayer Are the pale looks of her I love ; Or if , at times , a light be there , Its beam is kindled from above . I chose not her , my soul's ...
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... rose embowered In its own green leaves , By warm winds deflowered , Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy - winged thieves : Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass , Rain - awaken'd flowers , All ...
... rose embowered In its own green leaves , By warm winds deflowered , Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy - winged thieves : Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass , Rain - awaken'd flowers , All ...
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第276页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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页 - 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.