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第 388 頁 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
第 12 頁 - Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell ? before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
第 310 頁 - His breath like caller air ; His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stair — And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak? I'm downright dizzy wi...
第 386 頁 - THE flower that smiles to-day To-morrow dies; All that we wish to stay Tempts and then flies. What is this world's delight? Lightning that mocks the night, Brief even as bright.
第 311 頁 - Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear...
第 313 頁 - He calls me boy ; and chides, as he had power To beat me out of Egypt ; my messenger He hath whipp'd with rods ; dares me to personal combat Caesar to Antony : — let the old ruffian know I have many other ways to die ; meantime Laugh at his challenge.
第 311 頁 - Fair are others ; none beholds thee. But thy voice sounds low and tender, Like the fairest, for it folds thee From the sight, that liquid splendour,— And all feel...
第 124 頁 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise...
第 70 頁 - And unto Sarah he said, Behold, I have given thy brother a thousand pieces of silver : behold, he is to thee a covering of the eyes, unto all that are with thee, and with all other: thus she was reproved.
第 214 頁 - For thoughts may past delights recall, And parted lovers meet again. I weep not for the silent dead : Their toils are past, their sorrows o'er ; And those they loved their steps shall tread, And death shall join to part no more.

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