A Masque of Poets: Including Guy Vernon, a Novelette in VerseRoberts brothers, 1878 - 301 psl. |
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... hope " " I hope no evil has chanced to him ? she paused , and her face grew dim " " Stunned for a moment , I hardly knew Whether my 54 JASPER OAKES .
... hope " " I hope no evil has chanced to him ? she paused , and her face grew dim " " Stunned for a moment , I hardly knew Whether my 54 JASPER OAKES .
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... hope- And down she dropped on a coil of rope , Wringing her hands with moans of woe , Like one struck down by a sudden blow . The pitying sailors kindly bore The poor girl - widow back on shore , And the mate's sea - chest , and the ...
... hope- And down she dropped on a coil of rope , Wringing her hands with moans of woe , Like one struck down by a sudden blow . The pitying sailors kindly bore The poor girl - widow back on shore , And the mate's sea - chest , and the ...
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... hope and pride Of youthful manhood he , without a peer In all the land , besought her for his bride , And on light wings the bridal day drew near , And women blessed them whose young hearts did prove That feudal hate could never ...
... hope and pride Of youthful manhood he , without a peer In all the land , besought her for his bride , And on light wings the bridal day drew near , And women blessed them whose young hearts did prove That feudal hate could never ...
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... Hope serene , And with some leaves of that lone ashen tree That whispers o'er their graves old songs which mean I know not what ! Then take these flowers from me , Born of the fruitful sun and mountain airs , And think a while on love ...
... Hope serene , And with some leaves of that lone ashen tree That whispers o'er their graves old songs which mean I know not what ! Then take these flowers from me , Born of the fruitful sun and mountain airs , And think a while on love ...
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... hope , in face of the decree Passed by parental pride , that none should be Received as suitor who should fail to bear In hand - his own true work- a picture rare Enough to prove his worth of such as she . Yet nothing is impossible to ...
... hope , in face of the decree Passed by parental pride , that none should be Received as suitor who should fail to bear In hand - his own true work- a picture rare Enough to prove his worth of such as she . Yet nothing is impossible to ...
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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 George Parsons Lathrop Visos knygos peržiūra - 1878 |
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Amy Margaret Antwerp beauty born for love breast bride bright brow cat's-paw Cheerily Cheer dare dead dear deep dream eyes face fair falcon and swallow fate fear feel yourself swing flame flashing sword Florinda fore-shoulder's reach four-footed Geordie Geordie of Maine gray ground Guy Vernon hair hand happy head hear the long heart Heaven Hilloa-hoa hollow Reverberate beat hunter comes husband John Carman Kismet kiss knew Knight of Discontent LA FORNARINA land lee shore light lips look Lorne love to dine marshes of Glynn mystery never night old First Church pain pale passed QUENTIN MATSYS REBEL FLOWER rose sail Saturn seemed shore sigh sings Sisera smile soft song soul sound stole stood strange sweet swift tell thee Theocritus things thou thought to-day turned Twas unto valley guarded VITTORIA COLONNA wild wind woman Yo-hoicks
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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.
90 psl. - So: Affable live-oak, leaning low, — Thus — with your favor — soft, with a reverent hand, (Not lightly touching your person, Lord of the land!) Bending your beauty aside, with a step I stand On the firm-packed sand, Free By a world of marsh that borders a world of sea.
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...
92 psl. - Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-withholding and free Ye publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea! Tolerant plains, that suffer the sea and the rains and the sun, Ye spread and span like the catholic man who hath mightily won God out of knowledge and good out of infinite pain And sight out of blindness and purity out of a stain. As the marsh-hen secretly builds on the watery sod, Behold I will build me a nest on the greatness of God...
88 psl. - Beautiful glooms, soft dusks in the noonday fire,— Wildwood privacies, closets of lone desire, Chamber from chamber parted with wavering arras of leaves, — Cells for the passionate pleasure of prayer to the soul that grieves, Pure with a sense of the passing of saints through the wood, Cool for the dutiful weighing of ill with good;— O braided dusks of the oak and woven shades of the vine, While the riotous noon-day sun of the June day long did shine...