PoemsMacmillan and Company, 1895 - 220页 |
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第xxvi页
... breath of life is the moral ardour of a nature strong and generous , and therefore it can never cease to be of worth . " EDWARD DOWDEN . CONTENTS MISCELLANEOUS POEMS- Imitated from the Persian " My Days xxvi INTRODUCTION.
... breath of life is the moral ardour of a nature strong and generous , and therefore it can never cease to be of worth . " EDWARD DOWDEN . CONTENTS MISCELLANEOUS POEMS- Imitated from the Persian " My Days xxvi INTRODUCTION.
第32页
... , Nor tell of idle loves with ill - spent breath ; A reverent offering to the Grave I bring , And twine a garland for the brow of Death . Keswick , 1814 . it A PROEM TO " THE POET'S PILGRIMAGE TO WATERLOO " ONCE 32 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
... , Nor tell of idle loves with ill - spent breath ; A reverent offering to the Grave I bring , And twine a garland for the brow of Death . Keswick , 1814 . it A PROEM TO " THE POET'S PILGRIMAGE TO WATERLOO " ONCE 32 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
第106页
... breath is sinking with the fall . The air that yields beneath the car , Inflates the wings above . Down .. down . . a measureless depth ! .. down . . down , Was then the Simorg with the Powers of ill Associate to destroy ? And was that ...
... breath is sinking with the fall . The air that yields beneath the car , Inflates the wings above . Down .. down . . a measureless depth ! .. down . . down , Was then the Simorg with the Powers of ill Associate to destroy ? And was that ...
第116页
... breath ! ' Tis the dirge of death ! At once ten thousand drums begin , With one long thunder - peal the ear assailing ; Ten thousand voices then join in , And with one deep and general din Pour their wild wailing . The song of praise is ...
... breath ! ' Tis the dirge of death ! At once ten thousand drums begin , With one long thunder - peal the ear assailing ; Ten thousand voices then join in , And with one deep and general din Pour their wild wailing . The song of praise is ...
第119页
... breath ; ... For not with feeble , nor with erring hand , The brave avenger dealt the blow of death . Then with a doubling peal and deeper blast , The tambours and the trumpets sound on high , And with a last and loudest cry They call ...
... breath ; ... For not with feeble , nor with erring hand , The brave avenger dealt the blow of death . Then with a doubling peal and deeper blast , The tambours and the trumpets sound on high , And with a last and loudest cry They call ...
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amid answer'd arms Arvalan beautiful Behold beneath blessed blest blood breath child Coimbra cried Curse Damsel dear death delight divine doth dreadful earth EDWARD DOWDEN Epictetus exclaim'd F. T. PALGRAVE faith Father fear feel fell fire fix'd gale Goervyl Goth hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven heavenly HEIR OF REDCLYFFE hope hour immortal Inchcape Inchcape Rock Joan of Arc Kailyal Kehama Keswick Ladurlad light look'd Lord William Madoc Maid MERVYN'S morn mountain night o'er Orelio pass'd Pelayo poem prayer Queen Orraca quoth reach'd rock Roderick round sail seem'd shame shore sight silent Siverian song soul sound Southey Southey's Spain spake spirit spread stood stream sweet swell sword tears Thalaba thee thine thou hast thought Throne turn'd Twas vengeance victory voice Walter Savage Landor waters waves ween Westbury wind Witiza wonder wretched Yamen youth
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第55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," Young Peterkin he cries ; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes ; " Now tell us all about the war, And what they killed each other for."
第2页 - With tears of thoughtful gratitude. My thoughts are with the Dead, with them I live in long-past years, Their virtues love, their faults condemn, Partake their hopes and fears, And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an humble mind.
第54页 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine.
第75页 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
第11页 - And hitting and splitting, And shining and twining, And rattling and battling, And shaking and quaking, And pouring and roaring, And waving and raving...
第11页 - The cataract strong Then plunges along, Striking and raging As if a war waging Its caverns and rocks among ; Rising and leaping, Sinking and creeping, Swelling and sweeping, Showering and springing, Flying and flinging, Writhing and ringing, Eddying and whisking, Spouting and frisking, Turning and twisting, Around and around With endless rebound ; Smiting and fighting, A sight to delight in ; Confounding, astounding, Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.
第66页 - The poor folk flocked from far and near ; The great barn was full as it could hold Of women and children, and young and old. Then when he saw it could hold no more Bishop Hatto he made fast the door ; And while for mercy on Christ they call, He set fire to the barn and burnt them all. " I' faith, 'tis an excellent bonfire ! " quoth he, " And the country is greatly obliged to me, For ridding it in these times forlorn, Of rats, that only consume the corn.
第73页 - And there was not a cloud in the sky. He drank of the water so cool and clear, For thirsty and hot was he ; And he sat down upon the bank, Under the willow-tree.