Colossi: A Lyric Anthology. IWilliam Roger Greeley Riverside Press, 1906 - 202 páginas |
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... silent , drawing nigh and nigher , Until the lengthening wings break into fire At either curved point , what bitter ... silence . Let us stay - Rather on earth , Beloved , where the unfit Contrarious moods of men recoil away And isolate ...
... silent , drawing nigh and nigher , Until the lengthening wings break into fire At either curved point , what bitter ... silence . Let us stay - Rather on earth , Beloved , where the unfit Contrarious moods of men recoil away And isolate ...
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... silence of the sleep - time , When you set your fancies free , Will they pass to where- by death , fools think , im- prisoned Low he lies who once so loved you , whom you loved so , - Pity me ? Oh to love so , be so loved , yet [ 21 ]
... silence of the sleep - time , When you set your fancies free , Will they pass to where- by death , fools think , im- prisoned Low he lies who once so loved you , whom you loved so , - Pity me ? Oh to love so , be so loved , yet [ 21 ]
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... silence from the living , and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy destiny . The gay ... silent halls of death , Thou go not , like the quarry - slave at night , Scourged to his dungeon , but , sustained ...
... silence from the living , and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy destiny . The gay ... silent halls of death , Thou go not , like the quarry - slave at night , Scourged to his dungeon , but , sustained ...
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... silence slept ; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps ; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps . On this green bank , by this soft stream , We set to - day a votive stone ; That memory may their deed ...
... silence slept ; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps ; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps . On this green bank , by this soft stream , We set to - day a votive stone ; That memory may their deed ...
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... silent . I , too late , Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn . FORBEARANCE HAST thou named all the birds without a gun ? Loved the wood - rose , and left it on its stalk ? At rich men's tables eaten bread and pulse ? Unarmed , faced ...
... silent . I , too late , Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn . FORBEARANCE HAST thou named all the birds without a gun ? Loved the wood - rose , and left it on its stalk ? At rich men's tables eaten bread and pulse ? Unarmed , faced ...
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Términos y frases comunes
AEDH Arthur Symons AUSTIN DOBSON BABETTE beauty beneath bird blossom blow blue Blynken breast breath burning CHRISTINA ROSSETTI cloud cold crying Cynara dance dark Dark Tower dead Dean Miller death deep desert dreams earth eyes face fair fear feet fire flowers gods gold gray green hair hand Harvard College hath hear heard heart heaven immortal kiss KUBLA KHAN land laugh leaves light lips Little Boy Blue live love thee love's lute moon murmur never night o'er once OZYMANDIAS pain passion Poems PROSERPINE rhyme rills rocks rose round sang shadow shine sighing silent sing skies sleep smile soft song soul spirit stars strode on austere sweet tears THEOCRITUS thine things thou art thou hast toy dog turn VIEUXBOIS voice waves weary weep wild WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS wind wings Wynken
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Página 128 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not; Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower; Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view...
Página 41 - mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
Página 70 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
Página 122 - 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.
Página 34 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Página 136 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Página 31 - When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His...
Página 189 - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Página 125 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not ; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Página 31 - So live, that, when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.