Twelve Centuries of English Poetry and Prose, 第 2 巻Scott, Foresman, 1910 |
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... earth and heaven , in glade and bower , Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain . " She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn , Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm ...
... earth and heaven , in glade and bower , Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain . " She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn , Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm ...
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... earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round ! Behind me did they stretch in solemn train , Feebler and feebler , and I stood and watched Till all was tranquil as a dreamless sleep . 460 Ye Presences of Nature in the sky And ...
... earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round ! Behind me did they stretch in solemn train , Feebler and feebler , and I stood and watched Till all was tranquil as a dreamless sleep . 460 Ye Presences of Nature in the sky And ...
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... earth where cares abound ? Or , while the wings aspire , are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will , Those quivering wings composed , that music still ! Leave to the ...
... earth where cares abound ? Or , while the wings aspire , are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will , Those quivering wings composed , that music still ! Leave to the ...
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... earth . III Now , while the birds thus sing a joyous song , And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound , To me alone there came a thought of grief ; A timely utterance gave that thought relief , And I again am strong : 20 ...
... earth . III Now , while the birds thus sing a joyous song , And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound , To me alone there came a thought of grief ; A timely utterance gave that thought relief , And I again am strong : 20 ...
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... Earth has not anything to show more fair : 160 Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : token of this espousal , or of perpetual do- 8. VIII Thou , whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's ...
... Earth has not anything to show more fair : 160 Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : token of this espousal , or of perpetual do- 8. VIII Thou , whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's ...
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426 ページ - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...
427 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. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
490 ページ - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
584 ページ - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, 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.
457 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!
419 ページ - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
478 ページ - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
417 ページ - I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.— That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
427 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. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
479 ページ - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.