1. That Music Always Round Me
by Walt Whitman
That music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning, yet long
英文邮箱untaught I did not hear,
But now the chorus I hear and am elated,
A tenor, strong, ascending with power and health, with glad notes of
daybreak I hear,
A soprano at intervals sailing buoyantly over the tops of immen waves,
A transparent ba shuddering lusciously under and through the univer,
The triumphant tutti, the funeral wailings with sweet flutes and
violins, all the I fill mylf with,
I hear not the volumes of sound merely, I am moved by the exquisite
meanings,
I listen to the different voices winding in and out, striving,
contending with fiery vehemence to excel each other in emotion;
I do not think the performers know themlves--but now I think
begin to know them.
2. Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music
by Emily Dickinson
Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music --
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled --
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.
Loo the Flood -- you shall find it patent --
Gush after Gush, rerved for you --
Scarlet Experiment! Sceptic Thomas!
syntheticNow, do you doubt that your Bird was true?
3. Perplexed Music
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Experience, like a pale musician, holds
A dulcimer of patience in his hand,
Whence harmonies, we cannot understand,
Of God; will in his worlds, the strain unfolds
In sad-perplexed minors: deathly colds
Fall on us while we hear, and countermand
Our sanguine heart back from the fancylandibis
With nightingales in visionary wolds.
We murmur 'Where is any certain tune
Or measured music in such notes as the ?
But angels, leaning from the golden at,
Are not so minded their fine ear hath won
The issue of completed cadences,
And, smiling down the stars, they whisper -
Sweet.
4. MUSIC
by Charles Baudelaire
Music doth uplift me like a a
Towards my planet pale,
Then through dark fogs or heaven's infinity
I lift my wandering sail.
With breast advanced, drinking the winds that flee,
And through the cordage wail,
世界新闻自由日I mount the hurrying waves night hides from me
Beneath her sombre veil.
I feel the tremblings of all passions known
To ships before the breeze;
Cradled by gentle winds, or tempest-blown
I pass the abysmal as
That are, when calm, the mirror level and fair
Of my despair!
5. To Music
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps:
silence of paintings. You language where all language
ends. You time
standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts.改善记忆
Feelings for whom? O you the transformation
of feelings into what? --: into audible landscape.
You stranger: music. You heart-space
grown out of us. The deepest space in us,
which, rising above us, forces its way out,--
holy departure:
when the innermost point in us stands
outside, as the most practiced distance, as the other
side of the air
:
pure,
boundless,
no longer habitable.
6. Music
by Walter de la Mare
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,
And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;
Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees
Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.
When music sounds, out of the water ri
Naiads who beauty dims my waking eyes,
Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face,
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With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place.
When music sounds, all that I was I am
Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came;
And from Time's woods break into distant song
The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.
7. Secret Music
by Siegfried Sassoon
I keep such music in my brain
No din this side of death can quell;
Glory exulting over pain,
And beauty, garlanded in hell.
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My dreaming spirit will not heed
emptiesThe roar of guns that would destroy
My life that on the gloom can read
Proud-surging melodies of joy.
To the world’s end I went, and found 经典英文歌
Death in his carnival of glare;
clear visionBut in my torment I was crowned,
And music dawned above despair.
