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Æsir Afrasiab answer'd arms art thou Asgard Balder blood breast breath Breidablik bright Brittany brow Callicles cheeks clear cold cries crown'd dark dead death deep dost doth dream earth Empedocles eyes fame father Fausta feel gaze gloom Gods golden gone grass grave green grey grief hair hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven Hela Hermod Hoder hour Iacchus Iseult King light live lonely look'd Midgard morn Nanna Niflheim night Niord o'er Obermann Odin Odin's once Oxus pain pale pass'd Pausanias Persian round Rustum sand sate Seistan shining side sings sleep Sleipner smile snow Sohrab soul spake spear spirit stand stars stood stream strife sweet Tartar tears thee thine thou art thou hast thought to-day Tristram Valhalla voice wandering waves weep wild wilt wind wood young youth
297 psl. - Thou -waitest for the spark from heaven! and we, Light half-believers of our casual creeds, Who never deeply felt, nor clearly will'd...
2 psl. - Shakespeare OTHERS abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place, Spares but the cloudy border of his base To the...
212 psl. - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
309 psl. - He too upon a wintry clime Had fallen on this iron time Of doubts, disputes, distractions, fears. He found us when the age had bound Our souls in its benumbing round ; He spoke, and loosed our heart in tears. He laid us as we lay at birth On the cool flowery lap of earth...
173 psl. - And will not, then, the immortal armies scorn The world's poor, routed leavings ? or will they, Who fail'd under the heat of this life's day, Support the fervours of the heavenly morn ? No, no ! the energy of life may be Kept on after the grave, but not begun ; And he who flagg'd not in the earthly strife, From strength to strength advancing only he, His soul well-knit, and all his battles won, Mounts, and that hardly, to eternal life.
276 psl. - Unaffrighted by the silence round them, Undistracted by the sights they see, These demand not that the things without them Yield them love, amusement, sympathy.
303 psl. - I know the wood which hides the daffodil, I know the Fyfield tree, I know what white, what purple fritillaries The grassy harvest of the river-fields, Above by Ensham, down by Sandford, yields, And what sedged brooks are Thames's tributaries ; I know these slopes; who knows them if not I?
340 psl. - Ye slumber in your silent grave! The world, which for an idle day Grace to your mood of sadness gave, Long since hath flung her weeds away.
291 psl. - And in the sun all morning binds the sheaves, Then here, at noon, comes back his stores to use Here will I sit 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.