English Literature of Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's "Compendium of English Literature" and Supplementary to It. Designed for Colleges and Advanced ClassesBancroft, 1869 - 798页 |
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... thou renounce the boundless store Óf charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland , the resounding shore , The pomp of groves , and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds , And all that echoes ...
... thou renounce the boundless store Óf charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland , the resounding shore , The pomp of groves , and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds , And all that echoes ...
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... Thou gav'st the bitter cup ; I bow to thy behest , and drink it up.1 SONNET TO CONSUMPTION . Gently , most gently , on thy victim's head , Consumption , lay thine hand ! —let me decay , Like the expiring lamp , unseen away , And softly ...
... Thou gav'st the bitter cup ; I bow to thy behest , and drink it up.1 SONNET TO CONSUMPTION . Gently , most gently , on thy victim's head , Consumption , lay thine hand ! —let me decay , Like the expiring lamp , unseen away , And softly ...
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... thou art forgiven , For thou severe wert sent from heaven To wean me from the world : To turn my eye From vanity , And point to scenes of bliss that never , never die . What is this passing scene ? A peevish April day ! A little sun , a ...
... thou art forgiven , For thou severe wert sent from heaven To wean me from the world : To turn my eye From vanity , And point to scenes of bliss that never , never die . What is this passing scene ? A peevish April day ! A little sun , a ...
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... Thou art not stern to me ; Sad monitress ! I own thy sway ; A votary sad in early day , I bend my knee to thee : From sun to sun My race will run ; I only bow , and say , " My God , thy will be done ! " TO AN EARLY PRIMROSE . Mild ...
... Thou art not stern to me ; Sad monitress ! I own thy sway ; A votary sad in early day , I bend my knee to thee : From sun to sun My race will run ; I only bow , and say , " My God , thy will be done ! " TO AN EARLY PRIMROSE . Mild ...
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... thou shalt receive Such a song as I can give . Though in voice and shape they be Form'd as if akin to thee , Thou surpassest , happier far , Happiest grasshoppers that are ; Theirs is but a summer - song , Thine endures the winter long ...
... thou shalt receive Such a song as I can give . Though in voice and shape they be Form'd as if akin to thee , Thou surpassest , happier far , Happiest grasshoppers that are ; Theirs is but a summer - song , Thine endures the winter long ...
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第143页 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
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第430页 - THE world is too much with us: late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
第541页 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still ; and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
第127页 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
第124页 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
第82页 - 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220页 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
第430页 - MILTON ! thou should'st 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.