The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, 6 tomasG. Routledge, 1905 |
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... fires sink , — Ah ! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite . Of Margaret sitting glorious there , In glory of gold and glory of hair , And glory of glorious face most fair ; — Ah ! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite . Likewise to - night I make ...
... fires sink , — Ah ! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite . Of Margaret sitting glorious there , In glory of gold and glory of hair , And glory of glorious face most fair ; — Ah ! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite . Likewise to - night I make ...
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... fire - flakes fell among them , to their last of days awoke . By the gable - door stood Sigmund and fierce Sinfiotli stood Red - lit by the door of the women in the lane of blaz- ing wood : To death each doorway opened , and death was ...
... fire - flakes fell among them , to their last of days awoke . By the gable - door stood Sigmund and fierce Sinfiotli stood Red - lit by the door of the women in the lane of blaz- ing wood : To death each doorway opened , and death was ...
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... fire's roar , And back again to the burning the earls of the Goth- folk shrank : And the light low licked the tables , and the wine of Siggeir drank . Lo now to the woman's doorway , the steel - watched bower of flame , Clad in her ...
... fire's roar , And back again to the burning the earls of the Goth- folk shrank : And the light low licked the tables , and the wine of Siggeir drank . Lo now to the woman's doorway , the steel - watched bower of flame , Clad in her ...
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... fire , Who brake thy grave asunder - my child and thine he is , Begot in that house of the Dwarf - kind for no other end than this ; The son of Volsung's daughter , the son of Volsung's son . Look , look ! might another helper this deed ...
... fire , Who brake thy grave asunder - my child and thine he is , Begot in that house of the Dwarf - kind for no other end than this ; The son of Volsung's daughter , the son of Volsung's son . Look , look ! might another helper this deed ...
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... fire of death confounded with the tokens of the kings . A sign for many people on the land of the Goths it lay , A lamp of the earth none needed , for the bright sun brought the day . CHANTS FOR SOCIALISTS . 1885 . WILLIAM MORRIS . THE ...
... fire of death confounded with the tokens of the kings . A sign for many people on the land of the Goths it lay , A lamp of the earth none needed , for the bright sun brought the day . CHANTS FOR SOCIALISTS . 1885 . WILLIAM MORRIS . THE ...
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The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, 6 tomas Alfred Henry Miles Visos knygos peržiūra - 1915 |
The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, 6 tomas Alfred Henry Miles Visos knygos peržiūra - 1905 |
The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, 6 tomas Alfred Henry Miles Visos knygos peržiūra - 1905 |
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ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE BEAU BROCADE beauty beneath bird breast breath bright child cloud cried dark DAVID GRAY dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear feet fire flame flowers gaze gleam glory golden grey hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven HERMAN CHARLES MERIVALE JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS Judas Iscariot King kiss laugh leaves lights of Leith lips living London Poems look Lord LORD DE TABLEY Love's lyric moon morning mother night o'er pale Pipers poems poet poetry rain Robert Buchanan RODEN NOEL rose round shadow Shon sighs silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sonnets sorrow sound spirit stars strong sweet Swinburne tears thee THEODORE WATTS-DUNTON thine things THOMAS ASHE thou thought unto verse voice waves weep wild WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT wind wings wonder
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6 psl. - THE STORY OF SIGURD THE VOLSUNG. and the Fall of the Niblungs.
302 psl. - They drive adrift, and whither They wot not who make thither; But no such winds blow hither, And no such things grow here. No growth of moor or coppice, No heather-flower or vine, But bloomless buds of poppies, Green grapes of Proserpine, Pale beds of blowing rushes Where no leaf blooms or blushes, Save this whereout she crushes For dead men deadly wine.
294 psl. - Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath; We have drunken of things Lethean, and fed on the fullness of death. Laurel is green for a season, and love is sweet for a day; But love grows bitter with treason, and laurel outlives not May.
290 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.
19 psl. - THE HAYSTACK IN THE FLOODS HAD she come all the way for this, To part at last without a kiss? Yea, had she borne the dirt and rain That her own eyes might see him slain Beside the haystack in the floods?
292 psl. - A time for labor and thought, A time to serve and to sin; They gave him light in his ways, And love, and a space for delight. And beauty and length of days, And night, and sleep in the night.
17 psl. - GOLD on her head, and gold on her feet, And gold where the hems of her kirtle meet, And a golden girdle round my sweet; — Ah! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite.
291 psl. - And dust of the laboring earth; And bodies of things to be In the houses of death and of birth; And wrought with weeping and laughter, And fashioned with loathing and love, With life before and after, And death beneath and above, For a day and a night and a morrow, That his strength might endure for a span, With travail and heavy sorrow, The holy spirit of man.
329 psl. - Heart handfast in heart as they stood, "Look thither," Did he whisper? "look forth from the flowers to the sea; For the foam-flowers endure when the rose-blossoms wither, And men that love lightly may die — but we?
72 psl. - Not one, not one, nor thousands must they slay, But one and all if they would dusk the day.