Colossi: A Lyric Anthology. IWilliam Roger Greeley Riverside Press, 1906 - 202 psl. |
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... land of dreams , So various , so beautiful , so new , Hath really neither joy , nor love nor light , Nor certitude ... lands , Still nourishing in thy bewilder'd brain That wild , unquench'd , deep - sunken , old - world pain- Say , will ...
... land of dreams , So various , so beautiful , so new , Hath really neither joy , nor love nor light , Nor certitude ... lands , Still nourishing in thy bewilder'd brain That wild , unquench'd , deep - sunken , old - world pain- Say , will ...
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... land's portion . " See Or shut your eyes , " said Nature peevishly , " It nothing skills : I cannot help my case ; ' T is the Last Judgment's fire must cure this place , Calcine its clods and set my prisoners free . " XII If there ...
... land's portion . " See Or shut your eyes , " said Nature peevishly , " It nothing skills : I cannot help my case ; ' T is the Last Judgment's fire must cure this place , Calcine its clods and set my prisoners free . " XII If there ...
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... land To be my nurse in this poor place , And make my broth and wash my face And light my fire and , all the while , Bear with his old good - humored smile That I told him " Better have kept away Than come and kill me , night and day ...
... land To be my nurse in this poor place , And make my broth and wash my face And light my fire and , all the while , Bear with his old good - humored smile That I told him " Better have kept away Than come and kill me , night and day ...
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... land of lute and rose , Arnaut , great master of the lore of love , First wrought sestines to win his lady's heart ; For she was deaf when simpler staves he sang , And for her sake he broke the bonds of rhyme , And in this subtler ...
... land of lute and rose , Arnaut , great master of the lore of love , First wrought sestines to win his lady's heart ; For she was deaf when simpler staves he sang , And for her sake he broke the bonds of rhyme , And in this subtler ...
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... land , And read their hist'ry in a nation's eyes , Their lot forbade : nor circumscrib'd alone Their growing virtues , but their crimes confin'd ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne , And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ...
... land , And read their hist'ry in a nation's eyes , Their lot forbade : nor circumscrib'd alone Their growing virtues , but their crimes confin'd ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne , And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ...
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AEDH Arthur Symons AUSTIN DOBSON BABETTE beauty beneath bird blossom blow blue Blynken breast breath burning CHRISTINA ROSSETTI cloud cold crying Cynara dance dark Dark Tower dead Dean Miller death deep desert dreams earth eyes face fair fear feet fire flowers gods gold gray green hair hand Harvard College hath hear heard heart heaven immortal kiss KUBLA KHAN land laugh leaves light lips Little Boy Blue live love thee love's lute moon murmur never night o'er once OZYMANDIAS pain passion Poems PROSERPINE rhyme rills rocks rose round sang shadow shine sighing silent sing skies sleep smile soft song soul spirit stars strode on austere sweet tears THEOCRITUS thine things thou art thou hast toy dog turn VIEUXBOIS voice waves weary weep wild WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS wind wings Wynken
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128 psl. - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not; Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower; Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view...
41 psl. - mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
70 psl. - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
122 psl. - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
34 psl. - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
136 psl. - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
31 psl. - When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His...
189 psl. - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
125 psl. - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not ; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
31 psl. - So live, that, when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.