The British Poets, 第 3 卷Little, Brown & Company, 1865 |
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第 66 頁 - Once did She hold the gorgeous east in fee; And was the safeguard of the west: the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty. She was a maiden City, bright and free; No guile seduced, no force could violate; And, when she took unto herself a Mate, She must espouse the everlasting Sea. And what if she had seen those glories fade, Those titles vanish, and that strength decay; Yet shall some tribute of regret be paid When her long life hath reached its final day:...
第 71 頁 - Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen. Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
第 19 頁 - REAPER BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland lass ! Reaping and singing by herself ; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; O listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
第 70 頁 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty ! There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fough'tst against Him ; but hast vainly striven , Thou from thy Alpine Holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left ; For, high-souled Maid, what sorrow would it be...
第 18 頁 - Twould be a wildish destiny, If we, who thus together roam In a strange Land, and far from home, Were in this place the guests of Chance : Yet who would stop, or fear to advance, Though home or shelter he had none, With such a Sky to lead him on ? The dewy ground was dark and cold ; Behind, all gloomy to behold; And stepping westward seemed to be A kind of heavenly destiny: I liked the greeting ; 'twas a sound Of something without place or bound ; And seemed to give me spiritual right To travel through...
第 72 頁 - That this most famous Stream in Bogs and Sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our Halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old...
第 61 頁 - ... brows To meet the wintry season. I see — but not by sight alone, Loved Yarrow, have I won thee; A ray of fancy still survives — Her sunshine plays upon thee! Thy ever-youthful waters keep A course of lively pleasure; And gladsome notes my lips can breathe Accordant to the measure. The...
第 71 頁 - GREAT Men have been among us ; hands that penned And tongues that uttered wisdom, better none : The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrington, Young Vane, and others who called Milton Friend.
第 77 頁 - ... Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent, Ye children of a Soil that doth advance Her haughty brow against the coast of France, Now is the time to prove your hardiment! To France be words of invitation sent! They from their fields can see the countenance Of your fierce war, may ken the glittering lance And hear you shouting forth your brave intent. Left single, in bold parley, ye, of yore, Did from the Norman win a gallant wreath; Confirmed the charters that were yours before; No parleying now! In...
第 14 頁 - And these grey rocks ; that household lawn ; Those trees, a veil just half withdrawn ; This fall of water that doth make A murmur near the silent lake ; This little bay; a quiet road That holds in shelter thy Abode...