Lyric and elegiac poemsMacmillan and Company, 1885 |
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... and quits again . I knew it when my life was young ; I feel it still , now youth is o'er . -The mists are on the mountain hung , And Marguerite I shall see no more . THE STRAYED REVELLER . THE PORTICO OF CIRCE'S PALACE . 22 LYRIC POEMS .
... and quits again . I knew it when my life was young ; I feel it still , now youth is o'er . -The mists are on the mountain hung , And Marguerite I shall see no more . THE STRAYED REVELLER . THE PORTICO OF CIRCE'S PALACE . 22 LYRIC POEMS .
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Matthew Arnold. THE STRAYED REVELLER . THE PORTICO OF CIRCE'S PALACE . EVENING . A Youth . Circe . The Youth . FASTER , faster , O Circe , Goddess , Let the wild , thronging train , The bright procession Of eddying forms , Sweep through ...
Matthew Arnold. THE STRAYED REVELLER . THE PORTICO OF CIRCE'S PALACE . EVENING . A Youth . Circe . The Youth . FASTER , faster , O Circe , Goddess , Let the wild , thronging train , The bright procession Of eddying forms , Sweep through ...
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... Circe . Whence art thou , sleeper ? The Youth . When the white dawn first Through the rough fir - planks Of my hut , by the chestnuts , Up at the valley - head , Came breaking , Goddess ! I sprang up , I threw round me My dappled fawn ...
... Circe . Whence art thou , sleeper ? The Youth . When the white dawn first Through the rough fir - planks Of my hut , by the chestnuts , Up at the valley - head , Came breaking , Goddess ! I sprang up , I threw round me My dappled fawn ...
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... . I drank , Goddess ! And sank down here , sleeping , On the steps of thy portico . Circe . Foolish boy ! Why tremblest thou ? Thou lovest it , then , my wine ? Wouldst more of it ? See , how glows , THE STRAYED REVELLER . 25.
... . I drank , Goddess ! And sank down here , sleeping , On the steps of thy portico . Circe . Foolish boy ! Why tremblest thou ? Thou lovest it , then , my wine ? Wouldst more of it ? See , how glows , THE STRAYED REVELLER . 25.
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... Again the sweet sleep ! Circe . Hist ! Thou - within there ! Come forth , Ulysses ! Art tired with hunting ? While we range the woodland , See what the day brings . Ever new magic ! Ulysses . Hast thou then lured 26 LYRIC POEMS .
... Again the sweet sleep ! Circe . Hist ! Thou - within there ! Come forth , Ulysses ! Art tired with hunting ? While we range the woodland , See what the day brings . Ever new magic ! Ulysses . Hast thou then lured 26 LYRIC POEMS .
Términos y frases comunes
anchorites ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH Asopus Behold bloom breast breath bright brow calm cheek Children of men Circe clear Creon cries Crown 8vo dark dead death deep divine dost doth dream earth Edition eternal Extra Fcap eyes fair fame feel fields flowers gaze Glion Globe 8vo gloom glow Goddess Goethe gone grass grave green grey hair hath head hear heart hills Iacchus knew light little hour live lone long'd LORD TENNYSON MATTHEW ARNOLD Montbovon moonlit mortal mountains night o'er Obermann once pain pale pass pass'd past Pelion plain POEMS poet rest round Senancour shade shepherd shine silent sleep smile snow soft song soul spirit strain stream strife sweet tears Thebes thee thine thou hast thought thy hand Thyrsis Tiresias to-night Vevey Vext voice wandering wast waves wild wind youth