The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language: Selected and Arranged with Notes. Book fourthFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1890 - 266 頁 |
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第 1 到 5 筆結果,共 38 筆
第 3 頁
... live on high and then On the earth ye live again . Compare Wordsworth , writing of Robert Burns , in verses which may contain a reference to Keats ' lines above- ' Through busiest street and loneliest glen Are felt the flashes of his ...
... live on high and then On the earth ye live again . Compare Wordsworth , writing of Robert Burns , in verses which may contain a reference to Keats ' lines above- ' Through busiest street and loneliest glen Are felt the flashes of his ...
第 4 頁
... which he sought to win the maiden he loved by excit- ing her to pity for the Knight of the Burning Brand , in the story of whose woes he suggested his own sad condition . Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again 4 THE GOLDEN TREASURY.
... which he sought to win the maiden he loved by excit- ing her to pity for the Knight of the Burning Brand , in the story of whose woes he suggested his own sad condition . Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again 4 THE GOLDEN TREASURY.
第 5 頁
... Live o'er again that happy hour , When midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruin'd tower . The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there , my hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ! She ...
... Live o'er again that happy hour , When midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruin'd tower . The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there , my hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ! She ...
第 6 頁
... lovely Knight . Lovely in the old sense of love- able . Čompare— ' Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives . ' [ Second Book of the Kings , 1 , 23. ] And how she wept , and clasp'd his knees ; 6 THE GOLDEN TREASURY.
... lovely Knight . Lovely in the old sense of love- able . Čompare— ' Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives . ' [ Second Book of the Kings , 1 , 23. ] And how she wept , and clasp'd his knees ; 6 THE GOLDEN TREASURY.
第 19 頁
... live Here in this happy dell . ' Thus Nature spake — The word was done— How soon my Lucy's race was run ! She died , and left to me And her's the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things . Compare - ' Love had he found in huts ...
... live Here in this happy dell . ' Thus Nature spake — The word was done— How soon my Lucy's race was run ! She died , and left to me And her's the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things . Compare - ' Love had he found in huts ...
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Alfoxden Argument.-The Author's note beauty behold beneath birds bonny bower Braes of Yarrow breath bright Brignall Busk ye child cloud Clovenford Compare County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth eyes fair fear feel flowers frae glory gone Grasmere green H. F. Lyte happy hath hear heard heart heaven hills Keats lady leaves light lines live look Lord Byron lover Milton mind moon morning mountain mournful Nature's ne'er Neidpath Castle never night o'er P. B. Shelley Paradise Paradise Lost Piobaireachd pleasure poem poet Prometheus Unbound Revolt of Islam round S. T. Coleridge seem'd Shelley's silent sing sleep smile soft song sonnet sorrow soul spirit Spring star storm stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought Tintern Abbey trees twas verse voice wandering waves weep wild wind-flowers winds wings woods Wordsworth Written youth
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第 74 頁 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
第 55 頁 - And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
第 235 頁 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
第 38 頁 - And there she lulled me asleep And there I dream'd— Ah! woe betide! The latest dream I ever dream'd On the cold hill's side. I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried— "La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!
第 120 頁 - ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE 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...
第 127 頁 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
第 134 頁 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
第 68 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 13 頁 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright : I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ? — To thy chamber-window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart...
第 245 頁 - With a soft inland murmur. — Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.