The Works and Life of Walter Savage Landor: Miscellaneous poems: Collection of 1846. Last fruit off an old tree. Dry sticks. Additional poems. Criticisms: Idyls of Theocritus. Poems of Catullus. Francesco PetrarcaChapman and Hall, 1876 - 4 psl. |
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... dare sing , H. Hail , ye indomitable heroes ! hail Happy may be the land • Happy the man for whom arose that sigh , Hare ! thou art sleeping where the sun strikes hot Hark ! ' tis the laugh of Spring : she comes , Hasten , O hasten ...
... dare sing , H. Hail , ye indomitable heroes ! hail Happy may be the land • Happy the man for whom arose that sigh , Hare ! thou art sleeping where the sun strikes hot Hark ! ' tis the laugh of Spring : she comes , Hasten , O hasten ...
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... dare not trust my pen , it trembles so , Idle and light are many things you see Idol of youths and virgins , Moore ! I do not think that praises ever I draw with trembling hand my doubtful lot ; I entreat you , Alfred Tennyson , I fear ...
... dare not trust my pen , it trembles so , Idle and light are many things you see Idol of youths and virgins , Moore ! I do not think that praises ever I draw with trembling hand my doubtful lot ; I entreat you , Alfred Tennyson , I fear ...
xxiii psl.
... dare not , look behind , I wonder not that Youth remains I would give something , O Apollo ! I would invoke you once again , . pp . 92 82 • 174 170 76 172 177 . 167 334 282 130 15 337 95 • 151 · 47 115 • 175 125 • 15 • 211 • 342 272 20 ...
... dare not , look behind , I wonder not that Youth remains I would give something , O Apollo ! I would invoke you once again , . pp . 92 82 • 174 170 76 172 177 . 167 334 282 130 15 337 95 • 151 · 47 115 • 175 125 • 15 • 211 • 342 272 20 ...
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... dare I not to say O Milton ! couldst thou rise again and see O nation of Alfieri ! thou · • Once , and once only , have I seen thy face , Once an old sinner call'd a priest 332 113 176 339 75 3 76 330 · 330 61 249 336 265 173 • 203 339 ...
... dare I not to say O Milton ! couldst thou rise again and see O nation of Alfieri ! thou · • Once , and once only , have I seen thy face , Once an old sinner call'd a priest 332 113 176 339 75 3 76 330 · 330 61 249 336 265 173 • 203 339 ...
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... dare to gaze , But lower my eye and check my tongue ; O , if thou valuest peaceful days , Pursue the ringlet's sunny maze , And dwell not on those lips too long . What mists athwart my temples fly , Now , touch OF 1846. ] 7 ...
... dare to gaze , But lower my eye and check my tongue ; O , if thou valuest peaceful days , Pursue the ringlet's sunny maze , And dwell not on those lips too long . What mists athwart my temples fly , Now , touch OF 1846. ] 7 ...
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Altho Amid art thou Avignon beauty bend beneath birds blest Boccaccio bosom brave breast breath bright brow call'd CARMEN Catullus Cicero cried crown dare death earth Eclogues eyes fate father fear flowers fond gentle girl glory graceful grave grief Gunlaug hair hand hast thou hath head hear heard heart heaven hexameters hope hour Ianthe Ianthe's IDYL Italy JULIUS HARE leave Leigh Hunt Lesbia light live look lookt maid maiden Milton morn Muse Nereids never o'er once Ovid Petrarca Pindar poem poet poetry praise priest Propertius proud pure Rafen rais'd rest rise Rome rose round shade shine sigh sing sleep smile song soon soul spring sweet tears tell tender thee Theocritus thine thou art thou hast thought thro Tibullus trochee twas Vaucluse verses Virgil voice wing wish words youth
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52 psl. - ROSE AYLMER AH, WHAT avails the sceptred race! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.
393 psl. - And the swink'd hedger at his supper sat ; I saw them under a green mantling vine, That crawls along the side of yon small hill, Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ; Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
41 psl. - tis and ever was my wish and way To let all flowers live freely, and all die (Whene'er their Genius bids their souls depart) Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank And not reproacht me ; the ever-sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoil'd, nor lost one grain of gold.
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338 psl. - WELL I remember how you smiled To see me write your name upon The soft sea-sand— 'O! what a child! You think you're writing upon stone ! ' I have since written what no tide Shall ever wash away, what men Unborn shall read o'er ocean wide And find lanthe's name again.
40 psl. - ... precipitate Spring with one light bound Into hot Summer's lusty arms expires, And where go forth at morn, at eve, at night...
56 psl. - And intermarried and brancht off awide), She threw herself upon her couch, and wept ; On this side hung her head, and over that Listlessly she let fall the faithless brass That made the men as faithless. But when you Found them, or fancied them, and would not hear That they were only vestiges of smiles, Or the impression of some amorous hair Astray from cloistered curls and roseat band, Which had been lying there all night perhaps Upon a skin so soft . . . No, no...
388 psl. - For where no hope is left, is left no fear : If there be worse, the expectation more Of worse torments me than the feeling can. I would be at the worst, worst is my port, My harbour, and my ultimate repose ; The end I would attain, my final good.
270 psl. - Alas, how soon the hours are over Counted us out to play the lover ! And how much narrower is the stage Allotted us to play the sage ! But when we play the fool, how wide, $ The theatre expands ! beside, How long the audience sits before us! How many prompters ! what a chorus...
23 psl. - PROUD word you never spoke, but you will speak Four not exempt from pride some future day. Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek Over my open volume you will say,