PoemsMacmillan, 1878 - 370 páginas |
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... hope which France proclaims so loud- France , famed in all great arts , in none supreme ; Seeing this vale , this earth , whereon we dream , Is on all sides o'ershadow'd by the high Uno'erleap'd Mountains of Necessity , Sparing us ...
... hope which France proclaims so loud- France , famed in all great arts , in none supreme ; Seeing this vale , this earth , whereon we dream , Is on all sides o'ershadow'd by the high Uno'erleap'd Mountains of Necessity , Sparing us ...
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... hope cannot long lighten torments like these . Hast thou yet dealt him , O life , thy full measure ? World , have thy children yet bow'd at his knee ? Hast thou with myrtle - leaf crown'd him , O pleasure ? —Crown , crown him quickly ...
... hope cannot long lighten torments like these . Hast thou yet dealt him , O life , thy full measure ? World , have thy children yet bow'd at his knee ? Hast thou with myrtle - leaf crown'd him , O pleasure ? —Crown , crown him quickly ...
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... hope to come , One day , to harbour in the tomb ? Ah no , the bliss youth dreams is one For daylight , for the cheerful sun , For feeling nerves and living breath Youth dreams a bliss on this side death . - It dreams a rest , if not ...
... hope to come , One day , to harbour in the tomb ? Ah no , the bliss youth dreams is one For daylight , for the cheerful sun , For feeling nerves and living breath Youth dreams a bliss on this side death . - It dreams a rest , if not ...
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... ! Marguerite says : ' As last year went , So the coming year'll be spent ; Some day next year , I shall be , Entering heedless , kiss'd by thee . ' Ah , I hope ! -yet , once away , A MEMORY - PICTURE . 23 133 A MEMORY-PICTURE.
... ! Marguerite says : ' As last year went , So the coming year'll be spent ; Some day next year , I shall be , Entering heedless , kiss'd by thee . ' Ah , I hope ! -yet , once away , A MEMORY - PICTURE . 23 133 A MEMORY-PICTURE.
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Matthew Arnold. Ah , I hope ! -yet , once away , What may chain us , who can say ? Ere the parting hour go by , Quick , thy tablets , Memory Paint that lilac kerchief , bound Her soft face , her hair around ; Tied under the archest chin ...
Matthew Arnold. Ah , I hope ! -yet , once away , What may chain us , who can say ? Ere the parting hour go by , Quick , thy tablets , Memory Paint that lilac kerchief , bound Her soft face , her hair around ; Tied under the archest chin ...
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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...