Poetry of the Age of FableJ.E. Tilton & Company, 1863 - Всего страниц: 251 |
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... Loke Lotus - eaters G. Galatea Ganymede Glaucus Golden Age Graces · . 118 56 Mars 132 . Medea 105 • Medusa 29 Memnon Mercury Halcyon Hebe . H. Mermaid 134 Minerva 58 Morpheus Helen . 150 Hercules . Hero and Leander Hesperides ...
... Loke Lotus - eaters G. Galatea Ganymede Glaucus Golden Age Graces · . 118 56 Mars 132 . Medea 105 • Medusa 29 Memnon Mercury Halcyon Hebe . H. Mermaid 134 Minerva 58 Morpheus Helen . 150 Hercules . Hero and Leander Hesperides ...
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... the first word that he spoke : " Now listen what I tell thee , Loke ; Which neither on earth below is known , Nor in heaven above : my hammer's gone . " Their way to Freyia's bower they took , And this. POETRY OF THE AGE OF FABLE . 235 ...
... the first word that he spoke : " Now listen what I tell thee , Loke ; Which neither on earth below is known , Nor in heaven above : my hammer's gone . " Their way to Freyia's bower they took , And this. POETRY OF THE AGE OF FABLE . 235 ...
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... Loke ; the winged robe sounds , And soon he has reached the Jotunheim bounds . High on a mound in haughty state Thrym , the king of the Thursi , sat ; For his dogs he was twisting collars of gold , And trimming the manes of his coursers ...
... Loke ; the winged robe sounds , And soon he has reached the Jotunheim bounds . High on a mound in haughty state Thrym , the king of the Thursi , sat ; For his dogs he was twisting collars of gold , And trimming the manes of his coursers ...
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... Loke ; the winged robe sounds , And soon he has reached the Asgard bounds . At Midgard Thor met crafty Loke , And this the first word that he spoke : " Have you your errand and labor done ? Tell from aloft the course you run . ” 66 Loke ...
... Loke ; the winged robe sounds , And soon he has reached the Asgard bounds . At Midgard Thor met crafty Loke , And this the first word that he spoke : " Have you your errand and labor done ? Tell from aloft the course you run . ” 66 Loke ...
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... Loke , Laufeyia's son : " Now hush thee , Thor ; this must be done ; The giants will straight in Asgard reign If thou thy hammer dost not regain . " Then busked they Thor as a bride so fair , And the great bright necklace gave him to ...
... Loke , Laufeyia's son : " Now hush thee , Thor ; this must be done ; The giants will straight in Asgard reign If thou thy hammer dost not regain . " Then busked they Thor as a bride so fair , And the great bright necklace gave him to ...
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ADMETUS Adonis APOLLONIUS RHODIUS Asgard Baldur BARRY CORNWALL beauty behold beneath blooming bower breast breath bride bright necklace brow busk BYRON Ceres clouds crafty Loke CULDEES CUPID Cybele Cyclops dark deep divine doth dread earth Endymion eyes fair fate flowers Freyia giant glowing goddess gods golden grove hammer hand hast hath heart heaven heaving HOMER immortal isle Jotunheim Jove king kiss light look lyre maiden mighty MILTON moon MOORE mortal mountain mournful Naiads Nereids Niffelheim night nymph o'er Olympus OVID pale Pan is dead Phoebus poets Proserpine PROTESILAUS Psyche Pygmalion queen rock round SAPPHO SHAKESPEARE shining shook shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song soul sound SPENSER spoke stars stood stream sweet thee thine THOMAS BULFINCH Thor thou Thrym thunder Thursi trembling Ulysses voice waves weep wild winds wingéd wings WORDSWORTH Wroth waxed youth Zephyrus
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Стр. 19 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Стр. vi - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain. Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and wat'ry depths; all these have vanished ; They live no longer in the faith of reason!
Стр. vi - The world is too much with us : late and soon. Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not.
Стр. 40 - The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago; The Scipios...
Стр. 24 - The herded wolves, bold only to pursue; The obscene ravens, clamorous o'er the dead; The vultures to the conqueror's banner true Who feed where Desolation first has fed, And whose wings rain contagion...
Стр. 20 - Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them...
Стр. 159 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Стр. 164 - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow ; so, indeed, he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried,
Стр. 172 - For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud. Which is the hot condition of their blood ; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music...
Стр. 5 - Into the burning lake their baleful streams. Abhorred Styx, the flood of deadly hate : Sad Acheron, of sorrow, black and deep ; Cocytus, named of lamentation loud Heard on the rueful stream ; fierce Phlegethon, Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage.