The junior book of poetry [ed.] by W. Davis |
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第9页
... and up to re - ascend , Though hard and rare : thee I revisit safe , And feel thy
sovran vital lamp : but thou Revisitest not these eyes , that roll in vain To find thy
piercing ray , and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs
...
... and up to re - ascend , Though hard and rare : thee I revisit safe , And feel thy
sovran vital lamp : but thou Revisitest not these eyes , that roll in vain To find thy
piercing ray , and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs
...
第29页
Each hour was tedious long , yet swift The months appeared to roll ; And now the
day returned that shook With terror William's soul . A day that William never felt
Return without dismay , For well had conscience kalendered ' Young Edmund's ...
Each hour was tedious long , yet swift The months appeared to roll ; And now the
day returned that shook With terror William's soul . A day that William never felt
Return without dismay , For well had conscience kalendered ' Young Edmund's ...
第36页
Roll on , thou deep and dark blue ocean - roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over
thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ;
upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed , nor doth remain A shadow of
...
Roll on , thou deep and dark blue ocean - roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over
thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ;
upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed , nor doth remain A shadow of
...
第57页
Soft roll your incense , herbs and fruits and flowers , In mingled clouds to Him ,
whose sun exalts , Whose breath perfumes you , and whose pencil paints . Ye
forests , bend , ye harvests , wave to Him . Breathe your still song into the reaper's
...
Soft roll your incense , herbs and fruits and flowers , In mingled clouds to Him ,
whose sun exalts , Whose breath perfumes you , and whose pencil paints . Ye
forests , bend , ye harvests , wave to Him . Breathe your still song into the reaper's
...
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第27页 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride-maidens whispered, ' 'Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
第38页 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane— as I do here.
第37页 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime, Dark heaving; boundless, endless and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible...
第15页 - The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease. The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country ever is at home.
第22页 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. "Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
第41页 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see ! " The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
第8页 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. DUCH. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the whilst? YORK. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
第10页 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
第42页 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
第19页 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
书目信息
| 名称 | The junior book of poetry [ed.] by W. Davis Educ. series |
| 编者 | William Davis (B.A.) |
| 出版日期 | 1877 |
| 出处： | 牛津大学 |
| 数字化处理时间 | 2006年9月27日 |
| 导出参考文献 | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |