Hyperion: A RomanceTicknor and Fields, 1856 - Всего страниц: 382 |
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Стр. 225 - O, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars...
Стр. 250 - INTO the Silent Land! Ah ! who shall lead us thither? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, O thither, Into the Silent Land?
Стр. 334 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Стр. 334 - Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest After the sun's remove. I see them walking in an air of glory, Whose light doth trample on my days; 10 My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmerings and decays.
Стр. 144 - Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from mortal eye In shady leaves of destiny: Till that ripe birth Of studied Fate stand forth...
Стр. 309 - Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Стр. 193 - Echo, groan for groan, From deep to deep, replies. Silence again the darkness seals, Darkness that may be felt. But soon The silver-clouded east reveals The midnight spectre of the moon : In half-eclipse she lifts her horn, Yet, o'er the host of heaven supreme, Brings the faint semblance of a morn, With her awakening beam.
Стр. 89 - Already the grass shoots forth. The waters leap with thrilling pulse through the veins of the earth; the sap through the veins of the plants and trees; and the blood through the veins of man. What a thrill of delight in spring-time! What a joy in being and moving!
Стр. 247 - And the evening, fair as ever, Shines on ruin, rock, and river. " Then, in this same boat, beside, Sat two comrades old and tried; One with all a father's truth, One with all the fire of youth. " One on earth in silence wrought, • And his grave in silence sought; But the younger, brighter form Passed in battle and in storm.
Стр. 82 - Believe me, the talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well ; and doing well whatever you do, — without a thought of fame.