A poetry-book of modern poets, selected and arranged by A. B. EdwardsAmelia Ann Blanford Edwards 1879 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 51 筆
第 18 頁
... darkness lay concealed Within thy beams , O sun ! or who could find , Whilst fly , and leaf , and insect stood revealed , That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind ! Why do we then shun Death with anxious strife ? If light can ...
... darkness lay concealed Within thy beams , O sun ! or who could find , Whilst fly , and leaf , and insect stood revealed , That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind ! Why do we then shun Death with anxious strife ? If light can ...
第 19 頁
... darkness lay concealed Within thy beams , O sun ! or who could find , Whilst fly , and leaf , and insect stood revealed , That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind ! Why do we then shun Death with anxious strife ? If light can ...
... darkness lay concealed Within thy beams , O sun ! or who could find , Whilst fly , and leaf , and insect stood revealed , That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind ! Why do we then shun Death with anxious strife ? If light can ...
第 23 頁
... dark and russet stole , And open to my duteous eyes The volume of thy mysteries . I will meet thee on the hill Where , with printless footstep still , The morning in her buskin grey Springs upon her eastern way ; While the frolic ...
... dark and russet stole , And open to my duteous eyes The volume of thy mysteries . I will meet thee on the hill Where , with printless footstep still , The morning in her buskin grey Springs upon her eastern way ; While the frolic ...
第 24 頁
... dark recess Where , in the embowered translucent stream , The cattle shun the sultry beam ; And o'er us , on the marge reclined , The drowsy fly her horn shall wind , While echo , from her ancient oak , Shall answer to the woodman's ...
... dark recess Where , in the embowered translucent stream , The cattle shun the sultry beam ; And o'er us , on the marge reclined , The drowsy fly her horn shall wind , While echo , from her ancient oak , Shall answer to the woodman's ...
第 52 頁
... dark , the silent stream- The champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; The nightingale's complaint It dies upon her heart , As I must die on thine , Beloved as thou art ! Oh lift me from the grass ! I die , I faint , I fail ...
... dark , the silent stream- The champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; The nightingale's complaint It dies upon her heart , As I must die on thine , Beloved as thou art ! Oh lift me from the grass ! I die , I faint , I fail ...
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A. C. Swinburne Airly Beacon AUTUMN BARBARA FRITCHIE BATTLE OF IVRY BELFRY OF BRUGES bells beneath bird boat boys come home breast breath bright Charlemagne CLEON clouds Cusha D. G. Rossetti dark dear death deep doth dream earth eyes Faintlier fair flowers foam gleam glory golden hair hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven ITYLUS kisses leaves light LINCOLNSHIRE living Lochinvar look Lord Lord Lytton loud March month Minstrels and maids Modern Poets moon nest never night o'er once OZYMANDIAS P. B. Shelley Persephone poem rain river rose round S. T. Coleridge Samian wine sand shade shadow sigh silent sing sleep slumber snow song sorrow soul sound stars STORM summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought tree uppe Verse voice waters waves weary weep wild wind wings Wordsworth
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第 75 頁 - 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'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
第 133 頁 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
第 109 頁 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong: The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; 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...
第 130 頁 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms, and winding mossy ways.
第 219 頁 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
第 62 頁 - They say it was a shocking sight after the field was won; for many thousand bodies here lay rotting in the sun; but things like that, you know, must be after a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, and our good Prince Eugene. "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "it was a famous victory. And everybody praised the Duke who this great fight did win." "But what good came of it at last?" quoth little Peterkin. "Why that I...
第 114 頁 - What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
第 130 頁 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
第 36 頁 - The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,— "Now tread we a measure!
第 129 頁 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...