A New Library of Poetry and Song, 第 2 卷William Cullen Bryant J. B. Ford, 1877 - 934 頁 |
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第 487 頁
... gold and red . Beautiful is the death - sleep Of those who bravely fight In their country's holy quarrel , And perish for the Right . But who shall comfort the living , The light of whose homes is gone : The bride that , early widowed ...
... gold and red . Beautiful is the death - sleep Of those who bravely fight In their country's holy quarrel , And perish for the Right . But who shall comfort the living , The light of whose homes is gone : The bride that , early widowed ...
第 489 頁
... gold , And spoils of the forest free . And they sang : " Hurrah for Tubal Cain , Who hath given us strength anew ! Hurrah for the smith , hurrah for the fire , And hurrah for the metal true ! " But a sudden change came o'er his heart ...
... gold , And spoils of the forest free . And they sang : " Hurrah for Tubal Cain , Who hath given us strength anew ! Hurrah for the smith , hurrah for the fire , And hurrah for the metal true ! " But a sudden change came o'er his heart ...
第 506 頁
... gold . They found a royal feast , His midnight banquet , there ; And the treasures of the East Lay beneath the Doric spear . Then sat to the repast The bravest of the brave ! That feast must be their last , That spot must be their grave ...
... gold . They found a royal feast , His midnight banquet , there ; And the treasures of the East Lay beneath the Doric spear . Then sat to the repast The bravest of the brave ! That feast must be their last , That spot must be their grave ...
第 510 頁
... gold , How valiantly he kept the bridge In the brave days of old . And still his name sounds stirring Unto the men of Rome , As the trumpet - blast that cries to them To charge the Volscian home ; And wives still pray to Juno For boys ...
... gold , How valiantly he kept the bridge In the brave days of old . And still his name sounds stirring Unto the men of Rome , As the trumpet - blast that cries to them To charge the Volscian home ; And wives still pray to Juno For boys ...
第 517 頁
... gold , and your. Alas ! we must leave thee , dear desolate home , To the spearmen of Uri , the shavelings of Rome ; To the serpent of Florence , the sultan of Spain ; To the pride of Anjou , and the guile of Lorraine . Farewell to thy ...
... gold , and your. Alas ! we must leave thee , dear desolate home , To the spearmen of Uri , the shavelings of Rome ; To the serpent of Florence , the sultan of Spain ; To the pride of Anjou , and the guile of Lorraine . Farewell to thy ...
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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...