The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, 第 5 卷Carson Stewart & Company, 1886 |
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appeared arms asked beauty believe better body breath called cause close continued course dark death earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel feet followed gave give half hand head hear heard heart heaven hold honor hope hour human hundred kind king lady leave less light live look Lord manner matter Mayton means mind morning move nature never night o'er observed once passed Persian person poor present replied rest returned round seemed seen side smile soon soul sound speak spirit stand stood strong sweet tell thee thing thou thought thousand tion took true truth turned whole wish young youth
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第 98 頁 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
第 312 頁 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits, and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school: And then, the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...
第 396 頁 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
第 266 頁 - And then thou must be damn'd perpetually. Stand still you ever-moving spheres of heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come. Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make Perpetual day: or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul.
第 100 頁 - How blest is he who crowns in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease; Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly.
第 274 頁 - WISH MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
第 474 頁 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
第 320 頁 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ?— Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul : see, where it flies! Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
第 188 頁 - tis the soul of peace : Of all the virtues, 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him, was a sufferer; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit : The first true gentleman, that ever breathed.
第 106 頁 - ... than all the gloss of art ; Spontaneous joys, where Nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their firstborn sway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested...