The poets of the second half of the reign. The writers of vers de sociétéHenry Fitz Randolph A. D. F. Randolph & Company, 1887 |
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... wait , While to my ear from uplands far away The bleating of the folded flocks is borne , With distant cries of reapers in the corn- All the live murmur of a summer's day . Screened is this nook o'er the high , half - reaped field , And ...
... wait , While to my ear from uplands far away The bleating of the folded flocks is borne , With distant cries of reapers in the corn- All the live murmur of a summer's day . Screened is this nook o'er the high , half - reaped field , And ...
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... waiting for the spark from heaven to fall . And once , in winter , on the causeway chill Where home through flooded fields foot - travellers go , Have I not passed thee on the wooden bridge Wrapt in thy cloak and battling with the snow ...
... waiting for the spark from heaven to fall . And once , in winter , on the causeway chill Where home through flooded fields foot - travellers go , Have I not passed thee on the wooden bridge Wrapt in thy cloak and battling with the snow ...
14 psl.
... wait like thee , but not , like thee , in hope . Thou waitest for the spark from heaven ! and we , Light half - believers of our casual creeds , Who never deeply felt , nor clearly willed , Whose insight never has borne fruit in deeds ...
... wait like thee , but not , like thee , in hope . Thou waitest for the spark from heaven ! and we , Light half - believers of our casual creeds , Who never deeply felt , nor clearly willed , Whose insight never has borne fruit in deeds ...
36 psl.
... autumn pool , two Shapes , Beautiful , human , glided to the Gate And waited . ' What art thou ? ' in a stern voice The Seraph said , with dreadful forefinger Pointing to one . A gentle voice replied , ' 36 POETS OF LAtter half of reign .
... autumn pool , two Shapes , Beautiful , human , glided to the Gate And waited . ' What art thou ? ' in a stern voice The Seraph said , with dreadful forefinger Pointing to one . A gentle voice replied , ' 36 POETS OF LAtter half of reign .
46 psl.
... waited long for thee Before I poured the wine ! ' The supper wine is poured at last , The lights burn bright and fair , Iscariot washes the Bridegroom's feet , And dries them with his hair . LEWIS MORRIS . 6 HAD FROM THE EPIC OF HADES ...
... waited long for thee Before I poured the wine ! ' The supper wine is poured at last , The lights burn bright and fair , Iscariot washes the Bridegroom's feet , And dries them with his hair . LEWIS MORRIS . 6 HAD FROM THE EPIC OF HADES ...
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The poets of the second half of the reign; The writers of vers de société Henry Fitz Randolph Visos knygos peržiūra - 1888 |
The poets of the second half of the reign. The writers of vers de société Henry Fitz Randolph Visos knygos peržiūra - 1887 |
The poets of the second half of the reign; The writers of vers de société Henry Fitz Randolph Visos knygos peržiūra - 1888 |
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Ascidian BABETTE beauty Belle Marquise beneath birds blue breast breath Calydon child CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI cold dark dawn dead dear death deep divine doth dream earth ELEANOR HAMILTON eyes face fair fall fear feet Firdausi flowers gaze Giovanni Nicotera gleam glory Godfrid golden grace grave green hair hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven Judas Iscariot King kiss light lips little Bo-peep living lone look Lord Molly Trefusis never night Night Mail nightingale o'er old Sedan chair once Oran pain pale pass Poems pray Psamathe rest rose round Seistan Seraph shadow shining silence sing sleep smile soft Sohrab song sorrow soul star strange sweet thee thine things thou art thought thrush Ugo Bassi unto Vanity Fair VERS DE SOCIÉTÉ voice wandering waves weary weep wild wilt wind wings youth
Populiarios ištraukos
254 psl. - Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow, dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face?
17 psl. - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone ; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
254 psl. - A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They will not keep you standing at that door. Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? Of labour you shall find the sum. Will there be beds for me and all who seek? Yea, beds for all who come.
119 psl. - All night till light is born ; And like a soul belated, In hell and heaven unmated, By cloud and mist abated Comes out of darkness morn.
120 psl. - And spring and seed and swallow Take wing for her and follow Where summer song rings hollow And flowers are put to scorn. There go the loves that wither, The old loves with wearier wings; And all dead years draw thither, And all disastrous things; Dead dreams of days forsaken, Blind buds that snows have shaken, Wild leaves that winds have taken, Red strays of ruined springs.
14 psl. - No, no, thou hast not felt the lapse of hours! For what wears out the life of mortal men? Tis that from change to change their being rolls, Tis that repeated shocks, again, again, Exhaust the energy of strongest souls And numb the elastic powers. Till having used our nerves with bliss and teen, And tired upon a thousand schemes our wit, To the just-pausing Genius we remit Our worn-out life, and are — what we have been.
253 psl. - When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet: And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget.
117 psl. - For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered is grief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, 30 And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
18 psl. - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; 11.
16 psl. - On some mild pastoral slope Emerge, and resting on the moonlit pales Freshen thy flowers as in former years With dew, or listen with enchanted ears, From the dark dingles, to the nightingales...