Standard English Poems: Spenser to TennysonH. Holt, 1899 - 749页 |
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... voice aloud , how good He is , how great should be , Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty . 25 Stone walls do not a prison make , Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage ; 30 If I ...
... voice aloud , how good He is , how great should be , Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty . 25 Stone walls do not a prison make , Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage ; 30 If I ...
第119页
... voice through mazes running , Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; 145 That Orpheus ' self may heave his head From golden slumber on a bed Of heaped Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as would have won ...
... voice through mazes running , Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; 145 That Orpheus ' self may heave his head From golden slumber on a bed Of heaped Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as would have won ...
第129页
... two - handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once , and smite no more . " Return , Alpheus ; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return Sicilian Muse , And call the vales , and bid them hither cast JOHN MILTON 129.
... two - handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once , and smite no more . " Return , Alpheus ; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return Sicilian Muse , And call the vales , and bid them hither cast JOHN MILTON 129.
第145页
... voice was heard from high , From harmony , from heavenly harmony , This universal frame began : When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay , And could not heave her head , " Arise , ye more than dead . " 5 Then cold , and hot ...
... voice was heard from high , From harmony , from heavenly harmony , This universal frame began : When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay , And could not heave her head , " Arise , ye more than dead . " 5 Then cold , and hot ...
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... can teach , What human voice can reach , The sacred organ's praise ? Notes inspiring holy love , 45 Notes that wend their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above . VII . Orpheus could lead the savage race ; And 146 DRYDEN TO THOMSON.
... can teach , What human voice can reach , The sacred organ's praise ? Notes inspiring holy love , 45 Notes that wend their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above . VII . Orpheus could lead the savage race ; And 146 DRYDEN TO THOMSON.
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第321页 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
第320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. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
第289页 - ... tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress "With quietness and beauty, and so feed "With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
第327页 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
第76页 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
第549页 - Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.
第122页 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
第311页 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
第494页 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
第310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.