 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1854 - 796 頁
...gnle, In thy green lap was Nature's Darling laid, WTiat time, where lucid Avon stray'd, To him tlic mighty mother did unveil Her awful face: the dauntless child Stretch'd forth his little amis and smiled. " This pencil take," she said, " whose colors clear Richly paint the vernal year :... | |
 | John Bolton Rogerson - 1854 - 320 頁
...in our memory and our love. On the 23rd of April, 1564, William Shakspere was born— on this day " To him the mighty mother did unveil Her awful face : the dauntless child Stretch' d forth his little arms, and smiled. This pencil take (she said), whose colour* clear Richly... | |
 | William Collins - 1854 - 430 頁
...Latian plains. Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power, III. 1. Far from the sun and summer-gale, In thy green lap was Nature's darling laid, What time, where lucid Avon strayed, To him the mighty mother did unveil Her awful face : the dauntless child Stretched forth his... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1855 - 276 頁
...They sought, 0 Albion ! next thy sea-encircled coast. in. — i. Far from the sun and summer-gale, In thy green lap was Nature's darling laid, What time,...dauntless child Stretch'd forth his little arms, and smiled. This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year ; Thine, too,... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 頁
...The pensive Selima reclined, Gazed on the lake below. (1. 1-6) 28 Far from the sun and summer-gale (1. 82-86) 29 Nor second He, that rode sublime Upon the seraph-wings of Ecstasy 193 194 30 He saw:... | |
 | Ernst A. Schmidt - 1996 - 500 頁
...and summer-gale, In thy green lap was Nature's darling laid, 85 What time, where lucid Avon stray 'd, To Him the mighty mother did unveil Her awful face: the dauntless child Stretch 'd forth his little arms, and smiled. This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear 90 Richly... | |
 | Robert L. Mack - 2000 - 768 頁
...innocent, entrusted with a mighty and powerful gift - a gift which is possibly beyond his means of control: To him the mighty Mother did unveil Her awful face: the dauntless child Stretched forth his little arms and smiled. This pencil take,' (she said) 'whose colours clear Richly... | |
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This pencil take' (she said), 'whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears. 
