PoemsMacmillan, 1878 - 370 páginas |
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... TRISTRAM AND ISEULT : - 1. TRISTRAM · • 2. ISEULT OF IRELAND 3. ISEULT OF BRITTANY SAINT BRANDAN • THE NECKAN THE FORSAKEN MERMAN • · 59 86 888 · 94 · 104 114 131 · · 143 · 150 · 157 • 159 161 SONNETS . AUSTERITY OF POETRY A PICTURE AT ...
... TRISTRAM AND ISEULT : - 1. TRISTRAM · • 2. ISEULT OF IRELAND 3. ISEULT OF BRITTANY SAINT BRANDAN • THE NECKAN THE FORSAKEN MERMAN • · 59 86 888 · 94 · 104 114 131 · · 143 · 150 · 157 • 159 161 SONNETS . AUSTERITY OF POETRY A PICTURE AT ...
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... TRISTRAM AND ISEULT . " I. Tristram . Tristram . Is she not come ? The messenger was sure . Prop me upon the pillows once again— Raise me , my page ! this cannot long endure . —Christ , what a night ! how the sleet whips the pane ! What ...
... TRISTRAM AND ISEULT . " I. Tristram . Tristram . Is she not come ? The messenger was sure . Prop me upon the pillows once again— Raise me , my page ! this cannot long endure . —Christ , what a night ! how the sleet whips the pane ! What ...
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... Tristram of Lyoness . What Lady is this , whose silk attire Gleams so rich in the light of the fire ? The ringlets on her shoulders lying In their flitting lustre vying With the clasp of burnish'd gold Which her heavy robe doth hold ...
... Tristram of Lyoness . What Lady is this , whose silk attire Gleams so rich in the light of the fire ? The ringlets on her shoulders lying In their flitting lustre vying With the clasp of burnish'd gold Which her heavy robe doth hold ...
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... Tristram's ship of yore From Ireland to Cornwall bore , To Tyntagel , to the side Of King Marc , to be his bride ? She who , as they voyaged , quaff'd With Tristram that spiced magic draught , Which since then for ever rolls Through ...
... Tristram's ship of yore From Ireland to Cornwall bore , To Tyntagel , to the side Of King Marc , to be his bride ? She who , as they voyaged , quaff'd With Tristram that spiced magic draught , Which since then for ever rolls Through ...
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... Tristram . The calm sea shines , loose hang the vessel's sails ; Before us are the sweet green fields of Wales , And overhead the cloudless sky of May.- ' Ah , would I were in those green fields at play , Not pent on ship - board this ...
... Tristram . The calm sea shines , loose hang the vessel's sails ; Before us are the sweet green fields of Wales , And overhead the cloudless sky of May.- ' Ah , would I were in those green fields at play , Not pent on ship - board this ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Æsir Afrasiab answer'd arms art thou Asgard Balder blood breast breath Breidablik bright brow Callicles cheeks clear cold cries crown'd dark dead death deep dost doth dream earth Empedocles eyes fame father Fausta feel gaze gloom Gods golden gone grave green grey grief Gudurz hair hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven Hela Hermod Hoder horse hour Iacchus Iseult King LAOCOÖN light live lonely look'd Midgard morn Nanna Niflheim night Niord o'er Obermann Odin Odin's once Oxus pain pale pass'd Pausanias Persian round Rustum sand sate Seistan shining side sings sleep Sleipner smile Sohrab soul spake spear spirit stand stars stood stream strife sweet Tartar tears thee thine thou art thou hast thought to-day Tristram turn'd Valhalla voice wandering waves weep wild wilt wind wood youth
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Página 167 - And so she sings her fill, Singing most joyfully, Till the spindle drops from, her hand, And the whizzing wheel stands still. She steals to the window and looks at the sand, And over the sand at the sea; And her eyes are set in a stare...
Página 214 - Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.
Página 164 - Call once yet. In a voice that she will know: "Margaret ! Margaret !" Children's voices should be dear (Call once more) to a mother's ear: Children's voices, wild with pain. Surely she will come again. Call her once and come away. This way, this way. "Mother dear, we cannot stay." The wild white horses foam and fret.
Página 185 - YES! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone. The islands feel the enclasping flow, And then their endless bounds they know.
Página 279 - With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day, and wish 'twere done. Not till the hours of light return, All we have built do we discern.
Página 165 - In the caverns where we lay, Through the surf and through the swell, The far-off sound of a silver bell? Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam, Where the salt weed sways in the stream, Where the sea-beasts, ranged all round, Feed in the ooze of their pasture-ground; Where the sea-snakes coil and twine, Dry their mail and bask in the brine; Where great whales come sailing by, Sail and sail, with unshut eye, Round the world for ever...
Página 299 - Thou waitest for the spark from Heaven : and we, Light half-believers of our casual creeds, Who never deeply felt, nor clearly will'd, Whose insight never has borne fruit in deeds, Whose vague resolves never have been fulfill'd: For whom each year we see Breeds new beginnings, disappointments new; Who hesitate and falter life away, And lose to-morrow the ground won to-day...
Página 166 - She sate by the pillar; we saw her clear; "Margaret, hist ! Come quick, we are here ! Dear heart," I said, "we are long alone; The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan.
Página 295 - And then they land, and thou art seen no more! — Maidens, who from the distant hamlets come To dance around the Fyfield...
Página 309 - What though the music of thy rustic flute Kept not for long its happy, country tone; Lost it too soon, and learnt a stormy note Of men contention-tost...