English Poetry (1170-1892).Ginn, 1907 - 580 頁 |
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... shine 2 After this line other MSS . insert two other lines . kingdom like companions led 4 was named 11 in his sport 14 they sought 16 heard 8 two 9 13 bold 10 as 15 pagan 7 fellows 12 wont 17 slay 18 believe 19 thyself 20 thou shalt ...
... shine 2 After this line other MSS . insert two other lines . kingdom like companions led 4 was named 11 in his sport 14 they sought 16 heard 8 two 9 13 bold 10 as 15 pagan 7 fellows 12 wont 17 slay 18 believe 19 thyself 20 thou shalt ...
第 59 頁
... shine . And so , the mariage for to determine , Venus me brought to a royal chapell , Whiche of fine golde was wrought everydell . And after that the gay and glorious La Bell Pucell to the chapell was leade In a white vesture fayre and ...
... shine . And so , the mariage for to determine , Venus me brought to a royal chapell , Whiche of fine golde was wrought everydell . And after that the gay and glorious La Bell Pucell to the chapell was leade In a white vesture fayre and ...
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... shine , A Poet's skill within my soul I shroud ! Not rude , like that which finer wits decline , But such as Muses to the best allowed ! 4 1 shrieked 2 thrusting in • shield hewed to pie But when your figure and your shape is gone ...
... shine , A Poet's skill within my soul I shroud ! Not rude , like that which finer wits decline , But such as Muses to the best allowed ! 4 1 shrieked 2 thrusting in • shield hewed to pie But when your figure and your shape is gone ...
第 90 頁
... shine again , and look on me at last , With lovely light to clear my cloudy grief : Till then I wander careful , comfortless , In secret sorrow , and sad pensiveness . LXX ΙΟ Fresh Spring , the herald of love's mighty king , In whose ...
... shine again , and look on me at last , With lovely light to clear my cloudy grief : Till then I wander careful , comfortless , In secret sorrow , and sad pensiveness . LXX ΙΟ Fresh Spring , the herald of love's mighty king , In whose ...
第 106 頁
... , whose beams the greater world do light , And in our little world do clear our inward sight , 1 then Which ever shine , though hid from earth by earthly 106 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Song The Nightingale Love is Dead Wooing Stuff Hymn to Apollo.
... , whose beams the greater world do light , And in our little world do clear our inward sight , 1 then Which ever shine , though hid from earth by earthly 106 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Song The Nightingale Love is Dead Wooing Stuff Hymn to Apollo.
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Antistrophe arms beauty breast breath bright Chaucer Corydon dark dead dear death dost doth doun dread dream earth eyes face fair fear flowers forto frae grace grief hand hast hath hear heart Heaven herte Hind Horn king knyght kyng lady Lady of Shalott LAYAMON light live look Lord mind Mother Muse myght ne'er never night nought numbers nymph o'er Oxus poem praise quath quoth rest rose round Rustum ryght sayd sche shal shine sigh sight sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul speke spirit stars stood sweet swich tears thanne thee ther thine thing thou art thought thow thro trewe twas Tydeus unto voice wacz weep whan wild wind wolde words wyde wyll Wyth youth ΙΟ ΤΟ
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第 382 頁 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...
第 385 頁 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
第 459 頁 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths 60 Of all the western stars, until I die.
第 476 頁 - ... rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his...
第 385 頁 - Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play; Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
第 408 頁 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
第 434 頁 - Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
第 340 頁 - Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by...
第 356 頁 - 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 121 頁 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his...