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Adam ADAM and EVE Adonis Ador æther agony angel antistrophe beauty behold beloved beneath bless breath brow calm child Chorus crown curse Cytherea dark dead death deep Dost thou doth dread dream drop Earth Spirits evermore eyes fair fear final doom gazing glory God's gods grief hand harken hate hath hear heart heaven heavenly Hephæstus Hermes holy human JOHN EDWARD TAYLOR kiss lady Eve lift light lips live look Lucifer Margret moan mortals mourn mystic nymphs o'er Oceanus pain pale phantasm pity plucked poet Poet voices prayed Prometheus rock round scorn semichorus seraph shine sight silence smile song sorrow soul sound speak stars strong sweet Tartarus tears tender thee Themis thine things Thou art thou hast thought throne thunder tread trees tremble utter voices passing wail weep wild wind wings words Zerah Zeus
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Стр. 76 - A poor man served by thee, shall make thee rich, A sick man helped by thee, shall make thee strong ; Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.
Стр. 145 - neath the blanching sky ! Ah, ah me ! what a sound, What a fragrance sweeps up from a pinion unseen Of a god, or a mortal, or nature between, — Sweeping up to this rock where the earth has her bound, To have sight of my pangs, — or some guerdon obtain — Lo ! a god in the anguish, a god in the chain ! The god, Zeus hateth sore, And his gods hate again, As many as tread on his glorified floor, — Because I loved mortals too much evermore ! Alas me ! what a murmur and motion I hear, As of birds...
Стр. 216 - And bold Electric Pindar, quick as fear, With race-dust on his cheeks, and clear, Slant startled eyes that seem to hear The chariot rounding the last goal, To hurtle past it in his soul...
Стр. 240 - CONCLUSION. Life treads on life, and heart on heart; We press too close in church and mart To keep a dream or grave apart : And I was 'ware of walking down That same green forest where had gone The poet-pilgrim.
Стр. 80 - Shall open on a hinge of harmony And let you through to mercy. Ye shall fall No more, within that Eden, nor pass out Any more from it. In which hope, move on, First sinners and first mourners ! Live and love, — Doing both nobly because lowlily...
Стр. 217 - Lucretius, nobler than his mood, Who dropped his plummet down the broad Deep universe and said
Стр. 144 - And where is found me A limit to these sorrows? And yet what word do I say? I have foreknown Clearly all things that should be — nothing done Comes sudden to my soul — and I must bear What is ordained with patience, being aware Necessity doth front the universe With an invincible gesture. Yet this curse, Which strikes me now, I find it hard to brave In silence or in speech.
Стр. 152 - Prometheus. It is in truth An easy thing to stand aloof from pain, And lavish exhortation and advice On one vexed sorely by it. I have known All in prevision. By my choice, my choice, I freely sinned, — I will confess my sin, — And, helping mortals, found mine own despair.
Стр. 55 - In spasms of awful sunshine, at that hour A lion couched, — part raised upon his paws, With his calm, massive face turned full on thine, And his mane listening. When the ended curse Left silence in the world, — right suddenly He sprang up rampant, and stood straight and stiff, As if the new reality of death Were dashed against his eyes, — and roared so fierce, (Such thick carnivorous passion in his throat Tearing a passage through the wrath and fear) — And roared so wild, and smote from all...
Стр. 197 - When, beside thee at night, holy dreams deep and deeper Enclosed his young life on the couch made of gold. Love him still, poor Adonis ; cast on him together The crowns and the flowers : since he died from the place, Why, let all die with him ; let the blossoms go wither, Bain myrtles and olive-buds down on his face. Eain the myrrh down, let all that is best fall a-pining, Since the myrrh of his life from thy keeping is swept.