PoemsMacmillan, 1878 - 370 páginas |
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... hath peal'd to - day , To - day a hero's banner is unfurl'd ; Hast thou no lip for welcome ? ' - So I said . Man after man , the world smiled and pass'd by ; A smile of wistful incredulity As though one spake of life unto the dead ...
... hath peal'd to - day , To - day a hero's banner is unfurl'd ; Hast thou no lip for welcome ? ' - So I said . Man after man , the world smiled and pass'd by ; A smile of wistful incredulity As though one spake of life unto the dead ...
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... hath all which Nature hath , but more , And in that more lie all his hopes of good . Nature is cruel , man is sick of blood ; Nature is stubborn , man would fain adore ; Nature is fickle , man hath need of rest ; Nature forgives no debt ...
... hath all which Nature hath , but more , And in that more lie all his hopes of good . Nature is cruel , man is sick of blood ; Nature is stubborn , man would fain adore ; Nature is fickle , man hath need of rest ; Nature forgives no debt ...
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... , thou poor heart , how much nearer to thee ! For cold is his eye to mere beauty , who , breaking The strong band which passion around him hath furl'd , Disenchanted by habit , and newly awaking , Looks languidly 20 A MODERN SAPPHO .
... , thou poor heart , how much nearer to thee ! For cold is his eye to mere beauty , who , breaking The strong band which passion around him hath furl'd , Disenchanted by habit , and newly awaking , Looks languidly 20 A MODERN SAPPHO .
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... hath died . So , to wait ! - -But what notes down the wind , hark ! are driving ? ' Tis he ! ' tis their flag , shooting round by the trees ! -Let my turn , if it will come , be swift in arriving ! Ah ! hope cannot long lighten torments ...
... hath died . So , to wait ! - -But what notes down the wind , hark ! are driving ? ' Tis he ! ' tis their flag , shooting round by the trees ! -Let my turn , if it will come , be swift in arriving ! Ah ! hope cannot long lighten torments ...
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... Hath your wisdom known emotions ? Will it weep our burning tears ? Hath it drunk of our love - potions Crowning moments with the weight of years ? ' I am dumb . Alas , too soon all Man's grave reasons disappear ! Yet , I think , at ...
... Hath your wisdom known emotions ? Will it weep our burning tears ? Hath it drunk of our love - potions Crowning moments with the weight of years ? ' I am dumb . Alas , too soon all Man's grave reasons disappear ! Yet , I think , at ...
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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...