Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, 第 5 巻1858 |
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... hath with Me SCOTT , SIR WALTER . The Last Minstrel The Coronach ... ... ... ... ... SHAKSPERE , WILLIAM . Content ... ... SHELLEY , PERCY B. The Poet's Death - bed Death in Sleep : .. : : ... ... ... ... .. ... ... : .. ... 126 ...
... hath with Me SCOTT , SIR WALTER . The Last Minstrel The Coronach ... ... ... ... ... SHAKSPERE , WILLIAM . Content ... ... SHELLEY , PERCY B. The Poet's Death - bed Death in Sleep : .. : : ... ... ... ... .. ... ... : .. ... 126 ...
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... Hath sent a thirsty longing through my frame- A longing to be far In the green woodlands , in the pastures fair , And not as travellers are ; My heart hath yearn'd to be a dweller there . It comes , it comes at last ! All I have panted ...
... Hath sent a thirsty longing through my frame- A longing to be far In the green woodlands , in the pastures fair , And not as travellers are ; My heart hath yearn'd to be a dweller there . It comes , it comes at last ! All I have panted ...
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... hath cast its cold restraining spell . Yet for the common lot Of bright hope dimm'd , of woe thou yet may'st share ... hath guided me , Hath brought me from the wilderness of men ; I bless thee thankfully , That I may dwell with nature's ...
... hath cast its cold restraining spell . Yet for the common lot Of bright hope dimm'd , of woe thou yet may'st share ... hath guided me , Hath brought me from the wilderness of men ; I bless thee thankfully , That I may dwell with nature's ...
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... , and so late take rest ? Our labour is not good ; our best Hopes fade ; our heart is stay'd on lies : Verily , we sow wind ; and we Shall reap the whirlwind , verily . He who hath little shall not lack ; He who 68 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
... , and so late take rest ? Our labour is not good ; our best Hopes fade ; our heart is stay'd on lies : Verily , we sow wind ; and we Shall reap the whirlwind , verily . He who hath little shall not lack ; He who 68 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
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Beautiful poetry. He who hath little shall not lack ; He who hath plenty shall decay : Our fathers went ; we pass away ; Our children follow on our track : So generations fail , and so They are renew'd , and come and go . The earth is ...
Beautiful poetry. He who hath little shall not lack ; He who hath plenty shall decay : Our fathers went ; we pass away ; Our children follow on our track : So generations fail , and so They are renew'd , and come and go . The earth is ...
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beauty beneath bird bless blue breast breath bright brow Brown child clouds cold comes dark dead dear death deep doth dream drop earth eyes face fair fall fear feel fire flowers golden green grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hills hope hour kiss land leaves lies light lips live look moon morning mountain nature never night o'er once pass past poem poor rest rise rose round scene shade shadow shine side sight silent sing sits sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars strange stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought trees voice wander waters wave weep wide wild wind wings woods young youth
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159 ページ - O'er other creatures : yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
173 ページ - YES! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
87 ページ - How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep ! One, pale as yonder waning moon With lips of lurid blue ; The other, rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave It blushes o'er the world : Yet both so passing wonderful...
384 ページ - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
383 ページ - The path of duty was the way to glory : He that walks it, only thirsting For the right, and learns to deaden Love of self, before his journey closes, He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting Into glossy purples, which outredden All voluptuous garden-roses. Not once or twice in our fair island-story, He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro...
272 ページ - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...
217 ページ - Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the heavens, thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless Infinite!
95 ページ - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
193 ページ - Wanderers in that happy valley Through two luminous windows saw Spirits moving musically, To a lute's well-tuned law, Round about a throne where, sitting, "Porphyrogene, In state his glory well befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen.
383 ページ - And all the rule, one empire: only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable; add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance; add love, By name to come call'd charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A paradise within thee, happier far.