Complete Poetical Works, Том 3Houghten, Mifflin, 1892 |
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... leaves devoted to the Furies , Cling round this sacred shrine ? SWINE Aigh aigh aigh ! SWELLFOOT What ! ye that are The very beasts that , offered at her altar With blood and groans , salt - cake , and fat , and inwards , Ever ...
... leaves devoted to the Furies , Cling round this sacred shrine ? SWINE Aigh aigh aigh ! SWELLFOOT What ! ye that are The very beasts that , offered at her altar With blood and groans , salt - cake , and fat , and inwards , Ever ...
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... leaves in a continuous air ? Thy wisdom speaks in me , and bids me dare Beacon the rocks on which high hearts are wrecked . I never was attached to that great sect , Whose doctrine is , that each one should select Out of the crowd a ...
... leaves in a continuous air ? Thy wisdom speaks in me , and bids me dare Beacon the rocks on which high hearts are wrecked . I never was attached to that great sect , Whose doctrine is , that each one should select Out of the crowd a ...
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... leaf's in the owlet light , When it would seek in Hesper's setting sphere A radiant death , a fiery sepulchre , As if it were a lamp of earthly flame . But She , whom prayers or tears then could not tame , Passed , like a god throned on ...
... leaf's in the owlet light , When it would seek in Hesper's setting sphere A radiant death , a fiery sepulchre , As if it were a lamp of earthly flame . But She , whom prayers or tears then could not tame , Passed , like a god throned on ...
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... leaves ; until , as hair grown gray O'er a young brow , they hid its unblown prime With ruins of unseasonable time . - In many mortal forms I rashly sought The shadow of that idol of my thought . And some were fair but beauty dies away ...
... leaves ; until , as hair grown gray O'er a young brow , they hid its unblown prime With ruins of unseasonable time . - In many mortal forms I rashly sought The shadow of that idol of my thought . And some were fair but beauty dies away ...
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... leaves , on our decay , Let us become the overhanging day , The living soul of this Elysian isle , Conscious , inseparable , one . Meanwhile We two will rise , and sit , and walk together Under the roof of blue Ionian weather , And ...
... leaves , on our decay , Let us become the overhanging day , The living soul of this Elysian isle , Conscious , inseparable , one . Meanwhile We two will rise , and sit , and walk together Under the roof of blue Ionian weather , And ...
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Стр. 274 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Стр. 236 - Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean...
Стр. 223 - Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Стр. 273 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched- with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
Стр. 346 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
Стр. 89 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th...
Стр. 222 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Стр. 81 - Alas! that all we loved of him should be, But for our grief, as if it had not been, And grief itself be mortal! Woe is me! Whence are we, and why are we? of what scene The actors or spectators? Great and mean Meet massed in death, who lends what life must borrow. As long as skies are blue and fields are green, Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow. xxii He will awake no more, oh, never more! 190 'Wake thou,' cried Misery, 'childless...
Стр. 245 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Стр. 270 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.