A New Library of Poetry and Song, 第 2 卷William Cullen Bryant J. B. Ford, 1877 - 934 頁 |
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第 457 頁
... gazed in silence back , Where the long billows swept away The foam behind our track . And aye the purple hues decayed Upon the fading hill , And but one heart in all that ship Was tranquil , cold , and still . The good Lord Douglas ...
... gazed in silence back , Where the long billows swept away The foam behind our track . And aye the purple hues decayed Upon the fading hill , And but one heart in all that ship Was tranquil , cold , and still . The good Lord Douglas ...
第 474 頁
... gazed on the face of that fallen vidette , For he looked so like you , as he lay on his back , That my heart rose upon me , and masters me yet . " But I snatched off the trinket , - this locket of gold ; An inch from the centre my lead ...
... gazed on the face of that fallen vidette , For he looked so like you , as he lay on his back , That my heart rose upon me , and masters me yet . " But I snatched off the trinket , - this locket of gold ; An inch from the centre my lead ...
第 499 頁
... gazed up at the mackerel sky , And it looked like a pattern lifted high ; But she never dreamed of angels nigh , And she spoke right out : " Do just see there ! What a blue and white for the clouded pair I'm going to knit for my Sunday ...
... gazed up at the mackerel sky , And it looked like a pattern lifted high ; But she never dreamed of angels nigh , And she spoke right out : " Do just see there ! What a blue and white for the clouded pair I'm going to knit for my Sunday ...
第 528 頁
... gazed , The unbroken line of lances blazed : That line ' t were suicide to meet , And perish at their tyrants ' feet , How could they rest within their graves , And leave their homes the homes of slaves ? Would they not feel their ...
... gazed , The unbroken line of lances blazed : That line ' t were suicide to meet , And perish at their tyrants ' feet , How could they rest within their graves , And leave their homes the homes of slaves ? Would they not feel their ...
第 530 頁
... gazed , and twice she tried at thou ! " she cried , the name , And smiled like Italy on him : he dreamed in But two great crystal tears were all that faltered her face and died . “ Austrian and priest had joined to double and Holding ...
... gazed , and twice she tried at thou ! " she cried , the name , And smiled like Italy on him : he dreamed in But two great crystal tears were all that faltered her face and died . “ Austrian and priest had joined to double and Holding ...
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ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED TENNYSON Anne Hathaway arms beauty bells BEN JONSON beneath blessed blood blow blue brave breast breath bright brow clouds cried crown dark dead dear death Deborah Lee deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fame fear fell FITZ-GREENE HALLECK flowers frae gazed glory gold grace grave gray green hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER king land Lars Porsena light lips live look Lord LORD BYRON moon morning ne'er never nevermore night o'er Osawatomie peace roar ROBERT BURNS rock rose round shine shore silent sing sleep smile song soul sound stars steed stood stream sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou thought thunder toil voice wave wild WILLIAM COWPER wind wings wonder
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第 626 頁 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
第 815 頁 - MILTON ! thou should'st 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 556 頁 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
第 783 頁 - Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
第 709 頁 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the sweet-brier, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
第 461 頁 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet — But hark!
第 818 頁 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent, and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
第 723 頁 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
第 709 頁 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
第 657 頁 - Hear the tolling of the bells Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling...