The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, 6 tomasG. Routledge, 1905 |
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... thought unnecessary to vary the selections originally given of their works . By the kindness of Mr. Theodore Watts - Dunton , changes have been made in the repre- sentation of his verse . For the rest , except that the work throughout ...
... thought unnecessary to vary the selections originally given of their works . By the kindness of Mr. Theodore Watts - Dunton , changes have been made in the repre- sentation of his verse . For the rest , except that the work throughout ...
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... thought her forehead bled , and- " No . " She said , and turn'd her head away , As there were nothing else to say , And everything were settled : red Grew Godmar's face from chin to head : " Jehane , on yonder hill there stands My ...
... thought her forehead bled , and- " No . " She said , and turn'd her head away , As there were nothing else to say , And everything were settled : red Grew Godmar's face from chin to head : " Jehane , on yonder hill there stands My ...
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... Thought Hector the best knight a long way : Now Why should I not do this thing that I think , For even when I come to count the gains , I have them my side : men will talk , you know , ( We talk of Hector , dead so long agone , ) When I ...
... Thought Hector the best knight a long way : Now Why should I not do this thing that I think , For even when I come to count the gains , I have them my side : men will talk , you know , ( We talk of Hector , dead so long agone , ) When I ...
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... for fear like this ! So , so , you thought You knew the worst , and might say what you pleased . I should have guess'd this from a man like you . Eh ! righteous Job would give up skin for skin SIR PETER HARPDON'S END . 31.
... for fear like this ! So , so , you thought You knew the worst , and might say what you pleased . I should have guess'd this from a man like you . Eh ! righteous Job would give up skin for skin SIR PETER HARPDON'S END . 31.
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... thought A shadow cast across his sun - burnt face ; I think the golden net that April brought From soine warm world his wavering soul had caught ; For , sunk in vague sweet longing , did he go Betwixt the trees with doubtful steps and ...
... thought A shadow cast across his sun - burnt face ; I think the golden net that April brought From soine warm world his wavering soul had caught ; For , sunk in vague sweet longing , did he go Betwixt the trees with doubtful steps and ...
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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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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.