A Masque of Poets: Including Guy Vernon, a Novelette in VerseRoberts brothers, 1878 - 301 psl. |
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Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
A Masque of Poets– Including Guy Vernon, a Novelette in Verse George Parsons Lathrop Visos knygos peržiūra - 1878 |
A Masque of Poets– Including Guy Vernon, a Novelette in Verse No Name Series The No Name Series,The No Name Series Visos knygos peržiūra - 1878 |
A Masque of Poets– Including Guy Vernon, a Novelette in Verse George Parsons Lathrop Visos knygos peržiūra - 1878 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Amy Margaret Antwerp beauty behold born for love breast breath bride bright brow cat's-paw Cheerily Cheer cried dare dark dear deep dreadful dream eyes face fair falcon and swallow fate fear feel yourself swing flame flashing sword Florinda flowers fore-shoulder's reach gray ground Guy Vernon hair hand happy hear the long heart Heaven Hilloa-hoa hollow Reverberate beat hope husband John Carman kiss knew LA FORNARINA land leaves lee shore light lips look Lorne love to dine love's marriage marsh marshes of Glynn mystery never night old First Church pain pale passed passion QUENTIN MATSYS rose sail Saturn seemed shore sigh sing Sisera smile soft song soul sound stood strange sudden sweet swift tell thee Theocritus things thou thought to-day turned Twas unto valley guarded VITTORIA COLONNA wild wind woman Yo-hoicks
Populiarios ištraukos
92 psl. - As the marsh-hen secretly builds on the watery sod, Behold I will build me a nest on the greatness of God ; I will fly in the greatness of God as the marshhen flies In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and the skies: By so many roots as the marsh-grass sends in the sod I will heartily lay me a-hold on the greatness of God...
93 psl. - Till his waters have flooded the uttermost creeks and the lowlying lanes, And the marsh is meshed with a million veins, That like as with rosy and silvery essences flow In the rose-and-silver evening glow.
90 psl. - Will work me no fear like the fear they have wrought me of yore When length was fatigue, and when breadth was but bitterness sore, And when terror and shrinking and dreary unnamable pain Drew over me out of the merciless miles of the plain,-— Oh, now, unafraid, I am fain to face The vast sweet visage of space.
93 psl. - Twixt the roots of the sod; the blades of the marshgrass stir; Passeth a hurrying sound of wings that westward whirr; Passeth, and all is still; and the currents cease to run; And the sea and the marsh are one.
174 psl. - Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory, As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break, agonized and clear.
86 psl. - Love comes back to his vacant dwelling — The old, old Love that we knew of yore ! We see him stand by the open door, With his great eyes sad, and his bosom swelling. " He makes as though in our arms repelling He fain would lie, as he lay before ; Love comes back to his vacant dwelling...
88 psl. - THE MARSHES OF GLYNN GLOOMS of the live-oaks, beautifulbraided and woven With intricate shades of the vines that myriadcloven Clamber the forks of the multiform boughs, — Emerald twilights, — Virginal shy lights, Wrought of the leaves to allure to the whisper of vows, When lovers pace timidly down through the green colonnades Of the dim sweet woods, of the dear dark woods, Of the heavenly woods and glades...
90 psl. - The vast sweet visage of space. To the edge of the wood I am drawn, I am drawn, Where- the gray beach glimmering runs, as a belt of the dawn, For a mete and a mark To the...
90 psl. - Oh, what is abroad in the marsh and the terminal sea ? Somehow my soul seems suddenly free From the weighing of fate and the sad discussion of sin, By the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of Glynn.
94 psl. - Passeth, and all is still; and the currents cease to run; And the sea and the marsh are one. How still the plains of the waters be! The tide is in his ecstasy. The tide is at his highest height: And it is night. And now from the Vast of the Lord will the waters of sleep Roll in on the souls of men, But who will reveal to our waking ken The forms that swim and the shapes that creep Under the waters of sleep? And I would I could know what swimmeth below when the tide comes in On the length and the...