Gems of the Modern Poets: With Biographical NoticesCarey and Hart, 1842 - 408页 |
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... calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart is lying still ! GREAT MEN . GREAT men have been amongst us ; hands that penned And tongues that uttered wisdom ...
... calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart is lying still ! GREAT MEN . GREAT men have been amongst us ; hands that penned And tongues that uttered wisdom ...
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... calm himself , and fix his brow Into a kind of quiet : as he paused The lady of his love re - entered there ; She was serene and smiling then , —and yet She knew she was by him beloved ! she knew , For quickly comes such knowledge ...
... calm himself , and fix his brow Into a kind of quiet : as he paused The lady of his love re - entered there ; She was serene and smiling then , —and yet She knew she was by him beloved ! she knew , For quickly comes such knowledge ...
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... calm and quiet , and he spoke The fitting vows , —but heard not his own words ; And all things reel'd around him ! he could see Not that which was , nor that which should have been ; But the old mansion , and the accustom'd hall , And ...
... calm and quiet , and he spoke The fitting vows , —but heard not his own words ; And all things reel'd around him ! he could see Not that which was , nor that which should have been ; But the old mansion , and the accustom'd hall , And ...
第56页
... calm eve of our night ; — Give me back , give me back the wild freshness of morning , Her clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light . Oh , who would not welcome that moment's returning , 56 MOORE . saw from the Beach.
... calm eve of our night ; — Give me back , give me back the wild freshness of morning , Her clouds and her tears are worth evening's best light . Oh , who would not welcome that moment's returning , 56 MOORE . saw from the Beach.
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... calm rivers , lakes , and seas , Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high , Are each paved with the moon and these . I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone , And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim ...
... calm rivers , lakes , and seas , Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high , Are each paved with the moon and these . I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone , And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim ...
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第276页 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
第58页 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
第176页 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
第10页 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
第15页 - We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May ! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
第63页 - Thy brother Death came, and cried, "Would'st thou me?" Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, "Shall I nestle near thy side? Would'st thou me?"— And I replied, "No, not thee.
第164页 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest...
第279页 - Then shook the hills with thunder riven; Then rush'd the steed, to battle driven; And louder than the bolts of Heaven Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow; And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 490 'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
第41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...
第17页 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.