Colossi: A Lyric Anthology. IWilliam Roger Greeley Riverside Press, 1906 - 202 psl. |
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... shadow , care s So gioios in his beauty and thy ch Who madest him thy chosen , that he To his at heart none other than I'd thee , " Give me immortality The did thou grant mine asking Lile wally men who care not how Buty stong Hours ...
... shadow , care s So gioios in his beauty and thy ch Who madest him thy chosen , that he To his at heart none other than I'd thee , " Give me immortality The did thou grant mine asking Lile wally men who care not how Buty stong Hours ...
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... shadow round her mouth ; and she - - I'll tell you calmly would decree That I should roast at a slow fire , If that would compass her desire And make her one whom they invite To the famous ball to - morrow night . There may be heaven ...
... shadow round her mouth ; and she - - I'll tell you calmly would decree That I should roast at a slow fire , If that would compass her desire And make her one whom they invite To the famous ball to - morrow night . There may be heaven ...
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... shadow Gives its poor dwellers a glacial period . Let it stand an hour , it would dissolve , Intangible as the color of the wine . There , throw it away ! Lift it from the sweet Enveloping flood it has enjoyed so well . " ( He smiled as ...
... shadow Gives its poor dwellers a glacial period . Let it stand an hour , it would dissolve , Intangible as the color of the wine . There , throw it away ! Lift it from the sweet Enveloping flood it has enjoyed so well . " ( He smiled as ...
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... shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves . It was a miracle of rare device , A sunny pleasure - dome with caves of ice ! A damsel with a dulcimer In a ...
... shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves . It was a miracle of rare device , A sunny pleasure - dome with caves of ice ! A damsel with a dulcimer In a ...
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... shadow , Cynara ! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine , And I was desolate and sick of an old passion , Yea , I was desolate and bowed my head : I have been faithful to thee , Cynara ! in my fashion . All ...
... shadow , Cynara ! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine , And I was desolate and sick of an old passion , Yea , I was desolate and bowed my head : I have been faithful to thee , Cynara ! in my fashion . All ...
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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.