 How he drove the bolted breath Through the cloud, to wedge it ponderous In the gnarled oak beneath ! Oh, our Sophocles, the royal, Who was born to monarch's place, And who made the whole world loyal, Less by kingly power than grace ! Our Euripides, the...  Poetical Works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Стр. 373авторы: Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1886 - Страниц: 520Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1844 - Страниц: 290
...cloud, to wedge it ponderous In the gnarled oak beneath. Oh, our Sophocles, the royal ! Who was born to monarch's place — And who made the whole world...kingly power than grace. Our Euripides, the human— rWith his droppings of warm tears ; Our Theocritus, our Bion, And our Pindar's shining goals ! —... | |
 | 1845 - Страниц: 670
...cloud, to wedge it ponderous In the gnarled oak beneath. Oh ! our Sophocles, the royal ! Who was born to monarch's place — And who made the whole world...touch the spheres ! Our Theocritus, our Bion, And our Piudar's shining goals ! These were cup-bearers undying Of the wine that' s meant for souls. And my... | |
 | 1845 - Страниц: 732
...cloud, to wedge it ponderous In the gnarh'd oak beneath. Oh, our Sophocles, the royal ! Who was born to monarch's place ; And who made the whole world...the human — With his droppings of warm tears; And 1m touches of things common, 'Till they rose to touch the spheres ! Our Theocritus, our Bion, And our... | |
 | 1845 - Страниц: 688
...cloud, to wedge it ponderous In the gnarled oak beneath. Oh, our Sophocles, the royal ! Who was born to monarch's place ; And who made the whole world loyal, Less by kiugly power than grace. Our Euripides, the human — With his droppings of warm tears ; And bis touches... | |
 | Grace Greenwood - 1850 - Страниц: 678
...While we sat together there, How the white vests of the chorus Seemed to wave up a live air! * * * * " Our Euripides the human, With his droppings of warm...cup-bearers undying, Of the wine that's meant for souls ! " Thus passed the early womanhood of Elinor Vernon ; but she was by no means utterly lost in her... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1850 - Страниц: 596
...cloud, to wedge it ponderous In the gnarled oak beneath. Oh, our Sophocles, the royal, Who was born to monarch's place — And who made the whole world loyal, Less by kingly power than grace. XII. Our Euripides, the human — • With his droppings of warm tears ; Our Theocritus, our Bion,... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1853 - Страниц: 314
...cloud, to wedge it ponderous In the gnarled oak beneath. Oh, our Sophocles, the royal : Who was born to monarch's place— And who made the whole world...Theocritus, our Bion, And our Pindar's shining goals Η These were cup-bearers undying, Of the wine that's meant for souls. And my Plato, the divine... | |
 | Grace Greenwood - 1853 - Страниц: 430
...together there, How the white vests of the chorus Seemed to wave up a live air ! * * * * ' Our Euripedes the human, With his droppings of warm tears ; And...shining goals! These were cup-bearers undying, Of the wines that's meant for souls ! ' Thus passed the early womanhood of Elinor Vernon ; but she was by... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1853 - Страниц: 508
...cloud, to wedge it ponderous In the gnarled oak beneath. Oh, our Sophocles, the royal, Who was born to monarch's place — And who made the whole world loyal, Less by kingly power than grace. IX. Our Euripides, the human — With his droppings of warm tears ; Aud his touches of things common,... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - Страниц: 642
...cloud, to wedge it ponderous In the gnarled oak beneath. Oh, our Sophocles, the royal, Who was born to monarch's place — And who made the whole world loyal. Less by kingly power than grace. With his droppings of warm tears ; And his touches of things common, Till they rose to touch the spheres... | |
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