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 54 筆
第 7 頁
... Never again to wake Never , O never ! Eleu loro Never , O never ! Where shall the traitor rest , He , the deceiver , Who could win maiden's breast , Ruin , and leave her ? In the lost battle , Borne down by the flying , Where mingles ...
... Never again to wake Never , O never ! Eleu loro Never , O never ! Where shall the traitor rest , He , the deceiver , Who could win maiden's breast , Ruin , and leave her ? In the lost battle , Borne down by the flying , Where mingles ...
第 9 頁
... never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes , And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O ' my sweet Highland Mary . How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk , How rich the hawthorn's blossom , As ...
... never drumlie ! There simmer first unfauld her robes , And there the langest tarry ; For there I took the last fareweel O ' my sweet Highland Mary . How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk , How rich the hawthorn's blossom , As ...
第 13 頁
... never sown : This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine , and I will make A lady of my own . " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The girl , in rock and plain , In earth and heaven , in glade and ...
... never sown : This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine , and I will make A lady of my own . " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The girl , in rock and plain , In earth and heaven , in glade and ...
第 14 頁
... The work was done Flow shot my Luce's race was zur ! She diet , ant te ir me This heath , this calm and quie Szene ; The mema of what has been Ant never mare wil ha . 71 BEREAVEMENT . 15 BEREAVEMENT . SHE dwelt among the untrodden.
... The work was done Flow shot my Luce's race was zur ! She diet , ant te ir me This heath , this calm and quie Szene ; The mema of what has been Ant never mare wil ha . 71 BEREAVEMENT . 15 BEREAVEMENT . SHE dwelt among the untrodden.
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... Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour valley , rock , or hill ; Ne'er saw I , never felt , a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty ...
... Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour valley , rock , or hill ; Ne'er saw I , never felt , a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty ...
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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...