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 25 筆
第 28 頁
... loud and long , I would build that dome in air , That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there , And all should cry , Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes , his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him ...
... loud and long , I would build that dome in air , That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there , And all should cry , Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes , his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him ...
第 37 頁
... Loud , deep , and long , the thunder broke , The deaf ear instantly awoke , Then closed as in the tomb : An angel might have passed my bed , Sounded the trump of God , and fled . So life appears ; -a sudden birth , A glance revealing ...
... Loud , deep , and long , the thunder broke , The deaf ear instantly awoke , Then closed as in the tomb : An angel might have passed my bed , Sounded the trump of God , and fled . So life appears ; -a sudden birth , A glance revealing ...
第 42 頁
Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards. 42 LOVE LEFT SORROWING . Thou Thrush , that singest loud - and loud and free , Into yon row of willows flit , Upon that alder sit ; Or sing another song , or choose another tree . Roll back , sweet Rill ...
Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards. 42 LOVE LEFT SORROWING . Thou Thrush , that singest loud - and loud and free , Into yon row of willows flit , Upon that alder sit ; Or sing another song , or choose another tree . Roll back , sweet Rill ...
第 52 頁
... eyelids pale . My cheek is cold and white , alas ! My heart beats loud and fast : Oh ! press it close to thine again , Where it will break at last . P. B. Shelley . HOPELESS AND ALONE . 53 HOPELESS AND ALONE . THE Lines to an Indian.
... eyelids pale . My cheek is cold and white , alas ! My heart beats loud and fast : Oh ! press it close to thine again , Where it will break at last . P. B. Shelley . HOPELESS AND ALONE . 53 HOPELESS AND ALONE . THE Lines to an Indian.
第 55 頁
... loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry , The ship rides by the Berwick - law , And I maun leave my bonnie Mary . The trumpets sound , the banners fly , The glittering spears are rankéd ready ; The shouts o ' war are heard afar , The battle ...
... loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry , The ship rides by the Berwick - law , And I maun leave my bonnie Mary . The trumpets sound , the banners fly , The glittering spears are rankéd ready ; The shouts o ' war are heard afar , The battle ...
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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...