A New Library of Poetry and Song, 第 2 巻William Cullen Bryant J. B. Ford, 1877 - 934 ページ |
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... cried good Lord James , " Shall never be said of me That I and mine have turned aside From the Cross in jeopardie ! " Have down , have down , my merry men all , — Have down unto the plain ; We'll let the Scottish lion loose Within the ...
... cried good Lord James , " Shall never be said of me That I and mine have turned aside From the Cross in jeopardie ! " Have down , have down , my merry men all , — Have down unto the plain ; We'll let the Scottish lion loose Within the ...
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... cried Mar , " your lances down ! Bear back both friend and foe ! " Like reeds before the tempest's frown , That serried grove of lances brown At once lay leveled low ; - And closely shouldering side to side , The bristling ranks the ...
... cried Mar , " your lances down ! Bear back both friend and foe ! " Like reeds before the tempest's frown , That serried grove of lances brown At once lay leveled low ; - And closely shouldering side to side , The bristling ranks the ...
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... cried , " Though death and hell betide , Let the whole nation see If we are fit to be Free in this land ; or bound Down , like the whining hound , Bound with red stripes of pain In our cold chains again ! " O , what a shout there went ...
... cried , " Though death and hell betide , Let the whole nation see If we are fit to be Free in this land ; or bound Down , like the whining hound , Bound with red stripes of pain In our cold chains again ! " O , what a shout there went ...
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... cried he , " Emperor , by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon ! The marshal's in the market - place , And you'll be there anon To see your flag - bird flap his vans Where I , to heart's desire , Perched him ! " The chief's eye flashed ...
... cried he , " Emperor , by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon ! The marshal's in the market - place , And you'll be there anon To see your flag - bird flap his vans Where I , to heart's desire , Perched him ! " The chief's eye flashed ...
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... cried Joris , " Stay spur ! Your Roos galloped bravely , the fault's not in her ; We'll remember at Aix , " for one heard the quick wheeze - ground ; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine , As I poured down his throat our ...
... cried Joris , " Stay spur ! Your Roos galloped bravely , the fault's not in her ; We'll remember at Aix , " for one heard the quick wheeze - ground ; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine , As I poured down his throat our ...
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626 ページ - 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.
815 ページ - 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.
556 ページ - 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.
783 ページ - 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.
709 ページ - 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...
461 ページ - 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!
818 ページ - 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...
723 ページ - 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.
709 ページ - 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...
657 ページ - 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...