Poems of Places Oceana 1 V.; England 4; Scotland 3 V: Iceland, Switzerland, Greece, Russia, Asia, 3 America 5, 第 1 巻 |
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... shade , And clasping tares cling round the sickly blade ; With mingled tints the rocky coasts abound , And a sad splendor vainly shines around . George Crabbe . TO THE SEA . WRITTEN ON THE BEACH AT ALDBOROUGH ALDBOROUGH . 21 THE HEATH ...
... shade , And clasping tares cling round the sickly blade ; With mingled tints the rocky coasts abound , And a sad splendor vainly shines around . George Crabbe . TO THE SEA . WRITTEN ON THE BEACH AT ALDBOROUGH ALDBOROUGH . 21 THE HEATH ...
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... shades Declines to pearly white , which blushes soon With pink as delicate as Autumn's rose Wears on its scattering leaves ; anon the shore Recedes into a fane - like dell , where stained With black , as if with sable tapestry hung ...
... shades Declines to pearly white , which blushes soon With pink as delicate as Autumn's rose Wears on its scattering leaves ; anon the shore Recedes into a fane - like dell , where stained With black , as if with sable tapestry hung ...
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... shade The village life sleeps trustfully , — whose rites Touch the old weather - hardened fisher's heart With childlike softness , and shall teach the boy Who kneels , a sturdy grandson , at his side , When his frail boat amidst the ...
... shade The village life sleeps trustfully , — whose rites Touch the old weather - hardened fisher's heart With childlike softness , and shall teach the boy Who kneels , a sturdy grandson , at his side , When his frail boat amidst the ...
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... shade , Spread into distance through the turfy glade , Checkered with rosy paths of evening light . Here first I learned to tune my youthful thoughts To themes of blessed import : woods and sky , And waters , as they rushed or slumbered ...
... shade , Spread into distance through the turfy glade , Checkered with rosy paths of evening light . Here first I learned to tune my youthful thoughts To themes of blessed import : woods and sky , And waters , as they rushed or slumbered ...
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... shade ! yet once again Another poet , Hayley , is thine own . Thy classic stream again shall hear a lay Bright as its waves and various as its way . Charlotte Smith . TO THE RIVER ARUN . N thy wild banks , by frequent torrents worn , ON ...
... shade ! yet once again Another poet , Hayley , is thine own . Thy classic stream again shall hear a lay Bright as its waves and various as its way . Charlotte Smith . TO THE RIVER ARUN . N thy wild banks , by frequent torrents worn , ON ...
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ABBEY Alfred Tennyson ancient Arethusa banks beauty behold bells beneath blast boughs bower breast breath bright Brignall Brixham brow Camelot Carlisle wall castle Cawk chime clouds crune Cumnor Cumnor Hall dark dead dear deep distant doth dream Dupath earth fair on Carlisle flowers FURNESS ABBEY gaze George Crabbe Gilpin gleaming glory grave gray green hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Alford Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hills holy hour king Lady of Shalott land light lonely look Lord Luck of Edenhall morn murmur night o'er ocean once pensive proud river roar Robert Southey Robert Stephen Hawker rocks rose round sail scene shade shore sighs silent sleep song soul sound spirit stand stone stood storm stream summer sun shines fair sweet thee thine thou thought tide towers trees vale voice wave wild William Lisle Bowles William Wordsworth wind woods youth
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200 ページ - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone ; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
115 ページ - Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land. The Lady of Shalott?
94 ページ - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...
223 ページ - I came because your horse would come, And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will soon be here, — They are upon the road.
10 ページ - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on th
225 ページ - The youth did ride, and soon did meet / John coming back amain, Whom in a trice he tried to stop By catching at his rein ; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run.
7 ページ - His steps are not upon thy paths, - thy fields Are not a spoil for him, - thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: - there let him lay.
233 ページ - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
119 ページ - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right The leaves upon her falling light Thro...
8 ページ - And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction, thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies. And send'st him, shivering, in thy playful spray, And howling, to his gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : there let him lay.