The Cambridge Book of Poetry and SongT.Y. Crowell & Company, 1882 - 882 頁 |
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... Golden Hand , The Golden Silence , The Gold under the Roses ,. The Good Time Coming , C. G. Rossetti , H. Coleridge , The Grasshopper and Cricket , The Great Critics , . The Greenwood , The Groomsman to his Mistress , The Happiness of ...
... Golden Hand , The Golden Silence , The Gold under the Roses ,. The Good Time Coming , C. G. Rossetti , H. Coleridge , The Grasshopper and Cricket , The Great Critics , . The Greenwood , The Groomsman to his Mistress , The Happiness of ...
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... golden , golden wind , Breaking the buds as it goes , Breaking the buds , and bending the grass , And spilling the scent of the rose ! O wind of the summer morn , Tearing the petals in twain , Wafting the fragrant soul Of the rose ...
... golden , golden wind , Breaking the buds as it goes , Breaking the buds , and bending the grass , And spilling the scent of the rose ! O wind of the summer morn , Tearing the petals in twain , Wafting the fragrant soul Of the rose ...
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... golden pen , On the deathless page , truths half so sage As he wrote down for men . And had he not high honor , - The hillside for a pall , To lie in state while angels wait With stars for tapers tall , And the dark rock - pines like ...
... golden pen , On the deathless page , truths half so sage As he wrote down for men . And had he not high honor , - The hillside for a pall , To lie in state while angels wait With stars for tapers tall , And the dark rock - pines like ...
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... golden was doth line the silver is . CONSECRATION . A LOVER'S MOOD . ALL the kisses that I have given , I grudge from my soul to - day , And of all I have ever taken , I would wipe the thought away . WOODBINES IN OCTober . As dyed in ...
... golden was doth line the silver is . CONSECRATION . A LOVER'S MOOD . ALL the kisses that I have given , I grudge from my soul to - day , And of all I have ever taken , I would wipe the thought away . WOODBINES IN OCTober . As dyed in ...
第 55 頁
... golden dreams had perished , And even Despair was powerless to destroy ; Decembers , From these brown hills , have melted into spring : Faithful , indeed , is the spirit that remembers [ fering ! After such years of change and suf ...
... golden dreams had perished , And even Despair was powerless to destroy ; Decembers , From these brown hills , have melted into spring : Faithful , indeed , is the spirit that remembers [ fering ! After such years of change and suf ...
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第 422 頁 - Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by...
第 377 頁 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
第 297 頁 - Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold : Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold. And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And. with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
第 311 頁 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
第 316 頁 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming...
第 669 頁 - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with...
第 344 頁 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
第 234 頁 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place...
第 491 頁 - That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
第 75 頁 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine...