Saint Pauls, 第 10 巻Virtue and Company, 1872 |
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Alfred de Musset answered asked Aunt Keziah beautiful berth better boat Brand Brandon cabin called Charles Dickens child colour Crayshaw criticism Curlew dark death deck delightful Demetrius dinner doctor dress drink England English eyes face feel felt flower George Sand girl give grave Guinevere hand happy head heard heart human immortal JEAN INGELOW Judas Iscariot kind knew lady laughed light live look Lord Houghton marriage Maurice mean mind mother NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE nature never night perhaps person phrenologist poem poet poetry poor Puritan replied ROBERT BUCHANAN Rose sail seemed Septimius Sibyl Dacy smile Snap sort soul spirit story strange suppose sure talk tell thee things thou thought told took turn Uncle Rollin wild wish woman women wonderful word yacht young
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486 ページ - Piper, sit thee down and write In a book that all may read.' So he vanish'd from my sight; And I pluck'da hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stain'd the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear.
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372 ページ - I listened for a word, — But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. He came not, — no, he came not, — The night came on alone, — The little stars sat one by one, Each on his golden throne ; The evening air passed by my cheek, The leaves above were stirred ; But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.
299 ページ - Let no man dream but that I love thee still Perchance, and so thou purify thy soul, And so thou lean on our fair father Christ, Hereafter in that world where all are pure We two may meet before high God, and thou Wilt spring to me, and claim me thine, and know I am thine husband— not a smaller soul, Nor Lancelot, nor another. Leave me that, I charge thee, my last hope. Now must I hence. Thro...
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298 ページ - To see thee, laying there thy golden head, My pride in happier summers, at my feet. The wrath which forced my thoughts on that fierce law, The doom of treason and the flaming death, (When first I learnt thee hidden here) is past. The pang — which while I...
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297 ページ - Accordingly, such a language, arising out of repeated experience and regular feelings, is a more permanent, and a far more philosophical language, than that which is frequently substituted for it by Poets, who think that they are conferring honour upon themselves and their art, in proportion as they separate themselves from the sympathies of men, and indulge in arbitrary and capricious habits of expression, in order to furnish food for fickle tastes, and fickle appetites, of their own creation...