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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... Soul that sees ; the outward eyes Present the object , but the Mind descries . CRABBE . ENGLAND . VOL . I. BOSTON : JAMES R. OSGOOD AND COMPANY , Late Ticknor & Fields , and Fields , Osgood , & Co. 1877 . COPYRIGHT , 1876 . BY HENRY W ...
... Soul that sees ; the outward eyes Present the object , but the Mind descries . CRABBE . ENGLAND . VOL . I. BOSTON : JAMES R. OSGOOD AND COMPANY , Late Ticknor & Fields , and Fields , Osgood , & Co. 1877 . COPYRIGHT , 1876 . BY HENRY W ...
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... soul on thee . Sail nor keel , nor helm nor oar , Need I , ask I , to explore Thine expanse from shore to shore . By a single glance of thought Thy whole realm's before me brought , Like the universe , from nought . All thine aspects ...
... soul on thee . Sail nor keel , nor helm nor oar , Need I , ask I , to explore Thine expanse from shore to shore . By a single glance of thought Thy whole realm's before me brought , Like the universe , from nought . All thine aspects ...
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... soul ! See o'er Greenland , cold and wild , Rocks of ice eternal piled ; Yet the mother loves her child , And the wildernesses drear To the native's heart are dear ; All love's charities dwell here . Next on lonely Labrador , Let me ...
... soul ! See o'er Greenland , cold and wild , Rocks of ice eternal piled ; Yet the mother loves her child , And the wildernesses drear To the native's heart are dear ; All love's charities dwell here . Next on lonely Labrador , Let me ...
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... souls ! Bring them forth ; - ' t is Heaven's decree . Man , assert thy liberty ; Let not brutes look down on thee . Either India next is seen , With the Ganges stretched between ; Ah ! what horrors here have been . War , disguised as ...
... souls ! Bring them forth ; - ' t is Heaven's decree . Man , assert thy liberty ; Let not brutes look down on thee . Either India next is seen , With the Ganges stretched between ; Ah ! what horrors here have been . War , disguised as ...
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... soul , Still cling around our hearts , Between let Ocean roll , Our joint communion breaking with the Sun : Yet still from either beach The voice of blood shall reach , More audible than speech , " We are One . " Washington Allston ...
... soul , Still cling around our hearts , Between let Ocean roll , Our joint communion breaking with the Sun : Yet still from either beach The voice of blood shall reach , More audible than speech , " We are One . " Washington Allston ...
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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.