The Gypsy Trail: An Anthology for Campers, เล่มที่ 1M. Kennerley, 1914 - 397 หน้า |
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... SWEET CONTENT Ralph Waldo Emerson 329 Thomas Dekker 331 ÜBER ALLEN GIPFELN IT IS A BEAUTEOUS EVENING THE GREAT BREATH TO THE EVENING STAR • : J. W. von Goethe 335 William Wordsworth 335 G. W. Russell 336 William Blake 336 NIGHT William ...
... SWEET CONTENT Ralph Waldo Emerson 329 Thomas Dekker 331 ÜBER ALLEN GIPFELN IT IS A BEAUTEOUS EVENING THE GREAT BREATH TO THE EVENING STAR • : J. W. von Goethe 335 William Wordsworth 335 G. W. Russell 336 William Blake 336 NIGHT William ...
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... sweet intrusion , Vasts and verges of illusion , - So I win , to time's confusion , The one perfect pearl of time , Joy and joy and joy forever , Till the sap forgets to climb ! Make me over in the morning From the rag - bag of the ...
... sweet intrusion , Vasts and verges of illusion , - So I win , to time's confusion , The one perfect pearl of time , Joy and joy and joy forever , Till the sap forgets to climb ! Make me over in the morning From the rag - bag of the ...
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... sweet good - morrow To the rough Year just awake In its cradle on the brake . The brightest hour of unborn Spring , Thro ' the winter wandering , Found , it seems , the halcyon Morn To hoar February born ; Bending from Heaven , in azure ...
... sweet good - morrow To the rough Year just awake In its cradle on the brake . The brightest hour of unborn Spring , Thro ' the winter wandering , Found , it seems , the halcyon Morn To hoar February born ; Bending from Heaven , in azure ...
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... sweet hour yields ; Reflection , you may come to - morrow , Sit by the fireside with Sorrow.- You with the unpaid bill , Despair , - You tiresome verse - reciter , Care , — I will pay you in the grave , — Death will listen to your stave ...
... sweet hour yields ; Reflection , you may come to - morrow , Sit by the fireside with Sorrow.- You with the unpaid bill , Despair , - You tiresome verse - reciter , Care , — I will pay you in the grave , — Death will listen to your stave ...
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... sweet , the daisies kiss our feet , Young lovers meet , old wives a - sunning sit , In every street these tunes our ears do greet - Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! Spring , the sweet Spring ! Thomas Nash TH THE BELLS ...
... sweet , the daisies kiss our feet , Young lovers meet , old wives a - sunning sit , In every street these tunes our ears do greet - Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! Spring , the sweet Spring ! Thomas Nash TH THE BELLS ...
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A. E. Housman Allons autumn beauty Behold beneath bird bless Bliss Carman blow blue boughs breast breath bright calm clouds dark dear death deep doth dream earth eternal eyes fair feet fire flame float flowers foam forest gleam golden green happy Hark hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills John Keats Joseph von Eichendorff Lac Grenier Lady of Shalott land leaves light live lonely Lord Lord Tennyson moon morning mountain never night o'er Percy Bysshe Shelley pine praise rain Ralph Waldo Emerson river road Robert Louis Stevenson rocks round sail Samian wine shadows shining shore silent sing sleep smile snow soft song soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet thee thine things thou art thought thro tree unto voice Walt Whitman wander waters waves wild William Wordsworth wind wings woods
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หน้า 237 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be : In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours : I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
หน้า 356 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
หน้า 314 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song; Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business...
หน้า 312 - There was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
หน้า 8 - And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.
หน้า 345 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
หน้า 316 - What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest; Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
หน้า 48 - THEN the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said : Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge? Gird up now thy loins like a man; For I will demand of thee and answer thou me.
หน้า 321 - 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.
หน้า 346 - Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball; What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found ; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice ; Forever singing as they shine, The hand that made us is divine.