The Treatment of Nature in English Poetry Between Pope and Wordsworth

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University of Chicago Press, 1909 - 388 頁

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第 151 頁 - The schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another Spring to hail. Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year!
第 94 頁 - Be full, ye courts ; be great who will : Search for peace with all your skill : Open wide the lofty door, Seek her on the marble floor. In vain...
第 160 頁 - All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all 'the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
第 202 頁 - Arcadian plain. Pure stream, in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave ; No torrents stain thy limpid source, No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white round polished pebbles spread...
第 29 頁 - Over the river of Thames past hee ; When eighty merchants of London came, And downe they knelt upon their knee. " O yee are welcome, rich merchants ; Good saylors, welcome unto mee.
第 xvi 頁 - I am in my own farm, says he, and here I shoot strong and tenacious roots : I have caught hold of the earth, to use a gardener's phrase, and neither my enemies nor my friends will find it an easy matter to transplant me again.
第 180 頁 - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good Than all the sages can.
第 182 頁 - I have some favourite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the harebell, the foxglove, the wild-brier rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight.
第 113 頁 - And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting Sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure, unreproved.
第 40 頁 - the cooling western breeze," In the next line, it " whispers through the trees: " If crystal streams " with pleasing murmurs creep...

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