Extracts from English LiteratureChapman and Hall, 1867 - 383 頁 |
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... grief , Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war , And no such matter ? Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises , jealousies , conjectures ; And of so easy and so plain a stop , That the blunt monster with uncounted heads , - The still ...
... grief , Is thought with child by the stern tyrant war , And no such matter ? Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises , jealousies , conjectures ; And of so easy and so plain a stop , That the blunt monster with uncounted heads , - The still ...
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... grief ; And with it many beams twisted themselves Upon whose golden threads the angels walk To and again from Heaven . SHIRLEY . The Brothers . So cheer'd he his fair spouse , and she was cheer'd ; But silently a gentle tear let fall ...
... grief ; And with it many beams twisted themselves Upon whose golden threads the angels walk To and again from Heaven . SHIRLEY . The Brothers . So cheer'd he his fair spouse , and she was cheer'd ; But silently a gentle tear let fall ...
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... grief a strength reserved . TENNYSON . In Memoriam . EXAMPLE . PRINCES that would their people should do well , Must at themselves begin , as at the head ; For men by their example , pattern out Their imitations , and regard of laws ; A ...
... grief a strength reserved . TENNYSON . In Memoriam . EXAMPLE . PRINCES that would their people should do well , Must at themselves begin , as at the head ; For men by their example , pattern out Their imitations , and regard of laws ; A ...
第 25 頁
... grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath surgery , then ? No. What is honour ? A word . that word , honour ? What is that honour ? Air . A trim reckoning ! Who hath it ? He that died o ' Wednesday . Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No ...
... grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath surgery , then ? No. What is honour ? A word . that word , honour ? What is that honour ? Air . A trim reckoning ! Who hath it ? He that died o ' Wednesday . Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No ...
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... grief , And wear a golden sorrow . Old Lady . Is our best having . Our content COWLEY . Henry VIII . Act II . , s . 3 . PEACE , muttering thoughts and do not grudge to keep Within the walls of your own breast ; Who cannot on his own bed ...
... grief , And wear a golden sorrow . Old Lady . Is our best having . Our content COWLEY . Henry VIII . Act II . , s . 3 . PEACE , muttering thoughts and do not grudge to keep Within the walls of your own breast ; Who cannot on his own bed ...
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第 236 頁 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
第 326 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...
第 292 頁 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
第 80 頁 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
第 132 頁 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
第 91 頁 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
第 124 頁 - O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
第 249 頁 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
第 276 頁 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
第 344 頁 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday...