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Ali Baba anger answered Arbaces arms Aurelian Baba battle beast behold brother Caesar Cassim Cathbad cried crowd Cuchullin dark dead death door earth Ellak Emperor Esca escape eyes face fame father Fausta fear fell fire flame gate give Glaucus gods gold Gracchus Guenever hand hath head heard heart heaven Heribald honor hoopoes horse hour Hunnic king Arthur knew Leagh light live look Lord Lygian mighty mind Moengal Morgiana Nero never night noble o'er once palace Palmyra passed Petronius Pompeii prince queene robbers Roman Rome round seemed Setanta shout silence sir Agravaine sir Gawaine sir Launcelot Sir Launfal Sir Tristram slain slave soldiers soul stood Suabian sword thee thine things thou art thou hast thou wilt thought Tigellinus turned unto Vinicius Vitellius Vivien voice wild wine words Zenobia
Стр. 1373 - There is the moral of all human tales; 'Tis but the same rehearsal of the past, First Freedom, and then Glory— when that fails, Wealth, vice, corruption,— barbarism at last. And History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page...
Стр. 983 - Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose ! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close ! The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows...
Стр. 1309 - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...
Стр. 1308 - Rasped harshly against his dainty nature, And seemed the one blot on the summer morn, — So he tossed him a piece of gold in scorn.
Стр. 1307 - My golden spurs now bring to me, And bring to me my richest mail, For tomorrow I go over land and sea In search of the Holy Grail; Shall never a bed for me be spread, Nor shall a pillow be under my head, Till I begin my vow to keep; Here on the rushes will I sleep, And perchance there may come a vision true Ere day create the world anew.
Стр. 1306 - Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how; Everything is happy now, Everything is upward striving ; 'Tis as easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue, — 'T is the natural way of living.
Стр. 972 - And we, that now make merry in the Room They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom, Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth Descend — ourselves to make a Couch — for whom?
Стр. 1375 - Arches on arches ! as it were that Rome, Collecting the chief trophies of her line, Would build up all her triumphs in one dome, Her Coliseum stands...
Стр. 973 - Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and — sans End! Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare, And those that after some TO-MORROW stare, A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries, "Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There.