A New Library of Poetry and Song, 第 2 卷Fords, Howard & Hulbert, 1877 |
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第 433 頁
... Darkness in the shrouded sky ! Silence o'er the snowy earth ! Every tree looks white and wan , Barbed with icicles ... dark hours , as David did for Saul . The thrush , that carols at the dawn of day From the green steeples of the piny ...
... Darkness in the shrouded sky ! Silence o'er the snowy earth ! Every tree looks white and wan , Barbed with icicles ... dark hours , as David did for Saul . The thrush , that carols at the dawn of day From the green steeples of the piny ...
第 440 頁
... dark face . Fluttering lightly from brink to brink Followed the garrulous bobolink , Rallying loudly , with mirthful din , The pair who lingered unseen within . And when from the friendly bridge at last Into the road beyond they passed ...
... dark face . Fluttering lightly from brink to brink Followed the garrulous bobolink , Rallying loudly , with mirthful din , The pair who lingered unseen within . And when from the friendly bridge at last Into the road beyond they passed ...
第 441 頁
... dark and sleek , Thy crimson moon and azure eye , Cock of the heath , so wildly shy : I see thee slyly cowering through That wiry web of silvery dew , That twinkles in the morning air , Like casements of my lady fair . A maid there is ...
... dark and sleek , Thy crimson moon and azure eye , Cock of the heath , so wildly shy : I see thee slyly cowering through That wiry web of silvery dew , That twinkles in the morning air , Like casements of my lady fair . A maid there is ...
第 448 頁
... dark greenwood ! Nor lonely the bird , nor his ghastly mate , They are each unto each a pride ; Thrice fonder , perhaps , since a strange , dark fate Hath rent them from all beside ! So , when the night falls , and dogs do howl , Sing ...
... dark greenwood ! Nor lonely the bird , nor his ghastly mate , They are each unto each a pride ; Thrice fonder , perhaps , since a strange , dark fate Hath rent them from all beside ! So , when the night falls , and dogs do howl , Sing ...
第 457 頁
... dark array , And flung our armor in the ships That rode within the bay . We spoke not as the shore grew less , But gazed in silence back , Where the long billows swept away The foam behind our track . And aye the purple hues decayed ...
... dark array , And flung our armor in the ships That rode within the bay . We spoke not as the shore grew less , But gazed in silence back , Where the long billows swept away The foam behind our track . And aye the purple hues decayed ...
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第 555 頁 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean ! — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain¡; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore : — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain...
第 622 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 780 頁 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
第 655 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 444 頁 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
第 594 頁 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
第 555 頁 - Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and...
第 662 頁 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
第 791 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 530 頁 - Oh ! say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming...