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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... things that are invisible to common eyes . Like Or- lando in the forest of Arden , they " hang odes on hawthorns and elegies on thistles . " They invest the landscape with a human feeling , and cast upon it " The light that never was on ...
... things that are invisible to common eyes . Like Or- lando in the forest of Arden , they " hang odes on hawthorns and elegies on thistles . " They invest the landscape with a human feeling , and cast upon it " The light that never was on ...
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... things roves , Feasts and fights , and laughs and loves . But a brighter vision breaks O'er Canadian woods and lakes ; These my spirit soon forsakes . Land of exiled liberty , Where our fathers once were free , Brave New England ! hail ...
... things roves , Feasts and fights , and laughs and loves . But a brighter vision breaks O'er Canadian woods and lakes ; These my spirit soon forsakes . Land of exiled liberty , Where our fathers once were free , Brave New England ! hail ...
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... things , he quicker flies , ― The place approaching where the attraction lies ; When next appeared a dam so call the place Where lies a road confined in narrow space ; A work of labor , for on either side Is level fen , a prospect wild ...
... things , he quicker flies , ― The place approaching where the attraction lies ; When next appeared a dam so call the place Where lies a road confined in narrow space ; A work of labor , for on either side Is level fen , a prospect wild ...
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... things base , Which some strong tide has rolled upon the place . Thy gentle river boasts its pygmy boat , Urged on by pains , half grounded , half afloat ; While at her stern an angler takes his stand , And marks the fish he purposes to ...
... things base , Which some strong tide has rolled upon the place . Thy gentle river boasts its pygmy boat , Urged on by pains , half grounded , half afloat ; While at her stern an angler takes his stand , And marks the fish he purposes to ...
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... the path through the open green Where is no living thing to be seen , And through yon gateway , where is found , Beneath the arch with ivy bound , Free entrance to the churchyard ground , Comes gliding in BOLTON ABBEY . 67.
... the path through the open green Where is no living thing to be seen , And through yon gateway , where is found , Beneath the arch with ivy bound , Free entrance to the churchyard ground , Comes gliding in BOLTON ABBEY . 67.
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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.