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 22 筆
第 17 頁
... happy hours Which we buried in Love's sweet bowers , Heaping over their corpses cold Blossoms and leaves instead of mould ? Blossoms which were the joys that fell , And leaves , the hopes that yet remain . Forget the dead , the past ...
... happy hours Which we buried in Love's sweet bowers , Heaping over their corpses cold Blossoms and leaves instead of mould ? Blossoms which were the joys that fell , And leaves , the hopes that yet remain . Forget the dead , the past ...
第 105 頁
... happy days When my fause Luve was true . Thou'll break my heart , thou bonnie bird That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I sat , and sae I sang , And wist na o ' my fate . 106 THE HOLLOW OAK . Aft hae I roved by Song Deserted.
... happy days When my fause Luve was true . Thou'll break my heart , thou bonnie bird That sings beside thy mate ; For sae I sat , and sae I sang , And wist na o ' my fate . 106 THE HOLLOW OAK . Aft hae I roved by Song Deserted.
第 106 頁
... happy children trooping ; Dream I now , or hear I now - far , their mellow whooping ? Gay below the cowslip bank , see the billow dances ; There I lay , beguiling time — when I liv'd romances ; Dropping pebbles in the wave , fancies ...
... happy children trooping ; Dream I now , or hear I now - far , their mellow whooping ? Gay below the cowslip bank , see the billow dances ; There I lay , beguiling time — when I liv'd romances ; Dropping pebbles in the wave , fancies ...
第 108 頁
... happy night , Art thou come and gone : As the earth when leaves are dead , As the night when sleep is sped , As the heart when joy is fled , I am left lone , alone . The swallow Summer comes again , The owlet Night resumes her reign ...
... happy night , Art thou come and gone : As the earth when leaves are dead , As the night when sleep is sped , As the heart when joy is fled , I am left lone , alone . The swallow Summer comes again , The owlet Night resumes her reign ...
第 119 頁
... happy Shepherd boy ! Ye blessed creatures , I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival , My head hath its coronal , The fulness of your bliss , I feel ...
... happy Shepherd boy ! Ye blessed creatures , I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival , My head hath its coronal , The fulness of your bliss , I feel ...
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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...