The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, 6 tomasG. Routledge, 1905 |
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... wind of that December day . So with this Earthly Paradise it is , If ye will read aright , and pardon me , Who strive to build a shadowy isle of bliss Midmost the beating of the steely sea , Where tossed about all hearts of men must be ...
... wind of that December day . So with this Earthly Paradise it is , If ye will read aright , and pardon me , Who strive to build a shadowy isle of bliss Midmost the beating of the steely sea , Where tossed about all hearts of men must be ...
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... wind ; Nigh this a herald clad in raiment meet Made ready even now his horn to wind , By whom a huge man held a sword , entwined With yellow flowers ; these stood a little space From off the altar , nigh the starting place . And there ...
... wind ; Nigh this a herald clad in raiment meet Made ready even now his horn to wind , By whom a huge man held a sword , entwined With yellow flowers ; these stood a little space From off the altar , nigh the starting place . And there ...
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... wind , but scarcely saw her there Till on the goal she laid her fingers fair . There stood she breathing like a little child Amid some warlike clamour laid asleep , For no victorious joy her red lips smiled , Her cheek its wonted ...
... wind , but scarcely saw her there Till on the goal she laid her fingers fair . There stood she breathing like a little child Amid some warlike clamour laid asleep , For no victorious joy her red lips smiled , Her cheek its wonted ...
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... wind that lovingly Breathed on the new - born day and dying night , By some strange hope ' twixt fear and great delight Drew round his face , now flushed , now pale and wan , And still constrained his eyes the sea to scan . Now a faint ...
... wind that lovingly Breathed on the new - born day and dying night , By some strange hope ' twixt fear and great delight Drew round his face , now flushed , now pale and wan , And still constrained his eyes the sea to scan . Now a faint ...
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... wind in hollow valleys when the storm is drawing near , Like the rolling on of ocean in the eventide of fear ? ' Tis the people marching on . Whither go they , and whence come they ? What are these of whom ye tell ? In what country are ...
... wind in hollow valleys when the storm is drawing near , Like the rolling on of ocean in the eventide of fear ? ' Tis the people marching on . Whither go they , and whence come they ? What are these of whom ye tell ? In what country are ...
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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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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.
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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.