The Living Authors of America: 1st serStringer and Townsend, 1850 - 365 頁 |
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第 51 頁
... Thou intimate stranger , Thou latest and first ! " The origin of the love of beauty , or how beauty acts upon the human heart , is truly a mystery , so deeply set in the mystery of our being , as to baffle poet as well as mere meta ...
... Thou intimate stranger , Thou latest and first ! " The origin of the love of beauty , or how beauty acts upon the human heart , is truly a mystery , so deeply set in the mystery of our being , as to baffle poet as well as mere meta ...
第 52 頁
... Thou inscribest with a bond In thy momentary play Would bankrupt nature to repay . " A mere versifier would have made those images into a hundred lines ; the true poet condenses ; the elegant writer diffuses , till it becomes an ...
... Thou inscribest with a bond In thy momentary play Would bankrupt nature to repay . " A mere versifier would have made those images into a hundred lines ; the true poet condenses ; the elegant writer diffuses , till it becomes an ...
第 53 頁
... Thou hast bribed the dark and lonely To report thy features only , And the cold and purple morning , Itself with thoughts of thee adorning : The leafy dell , the city mart , Equal trophies of thy art : E'en the flowing azure air Thou ...
... Thou hast bribed the dark and lonely To report thy features only , And the cold and purple morning , Itself with thoughts of thee adorning : The leafy dell , the city mart , Equal trophies of thy art : E'en the flowing azure air Thou ...
第 57 頁
... thou didst cease to live , And saw around me the wide field revive , With fruits and fertile promise , and the spring Came forth her work of gladness to contrive , With all her reckless birds upon the wing , I turned from all she ...
... thou didst cease to live , And saw around me the wide field revive , With fruits and fertile promise , and the spring Came forth her work of gladness to contrive , With all her reckless birds upon the wing , I turned from all she ...
第 58 頁
... thou art is clime for me . Let them sail for Porto Rique , Far - off heats thro ' seas to seek ; I will follow thee alone , Thou animated torrid zone ! Zigzag steerer , desert cheerer , Let me chase thy 58 EMERSON . RALPH WALDO.
... thou art is clime for me . Let them sail for Porto Rique , Far - off heats thro ' seas to seek ; I will follow thee alone , Thou animated torrid zone ! Zigzag steerer , desert cheerer , Let me chase thy 58 EMERSON . RALPH WALDO.
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第 115 頁 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
第 129 頁 - But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.
第 84 頁 - And marked the mild, angelic air, The rapture of repose that's there, The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek, And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill, changeless brow...
第 208 頁 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
第 126 頁 - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
第 228 頁 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
第 231 頁 - ... when she fears For him the joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate, and checks her tears; And she, the mother of thy boys, Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will, by their pilgrim-circled hearth, Talk of thy doom without a sigh; For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's: One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
第 127 頁 - 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...
第 127 頁 - 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...
第 156 頁 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy; his spirit drank The spectacle: sensation, soul, and form, All melted into him; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not; in enjoyment it expired.