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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... round the parting ray the busy motes A still , serene , soft day ; enough of sun As trees that grow along the waterside , A time will come when absence , grief , and years , At Rome may everything be bought . Aurelius , Sire of ...
... round the parting ray the busy motes A still , serene , soft day ; enough of sun As trees that grow along the waterside , A time will come when absence , grief , and years , At Rome may everything be bought . Aurelius , Sire of ...
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... round me ; take . The shell assuaged his sorrow : thee he sang , The slender birds enjoy their cages , The snows have fallen since my eyes were closed The soft I own to ; then of fun . The sorrowing heart will seek no pleasant place The ...
... round me ; take . The shell assuaged his sorrow : thee he sang , The slender birds enjoy their cages , The snows have fallen since my eyes were closed The soft I own to ; then of fun . The sorrowing heart will seek no pleasant place The ...
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... round my cheerless room , While thou wert by • While we are frolicking with Flaccus While you , my love , are by , Whiskered Furies ! boy - stuft blouses ! Who are those men that pass us ? men well - girt Who in this later day shall ...
... round my cheerless room , While thou wert by • While we are frolicking with Flaccus While you , my love , are by , Whiskered Furies ! boy - stuft blouses ! Who are those men that pass us ? men well - girt Who in this later day shall ...
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... round ; Love , the bright atmosphere , the vital air , Of youth ; without it life and death are one . I. She leads in solitude her youthful hours , Her nights are restlessness , her days are pain . O when will Health and Pleasure come ...
... round ; Love , the bright atmosphere , the vital air , Of youth ; without it life and death are one . I. She leads in solitude her youthful hours , Her nights are restlessness , her days are pain . O when will Health and Pleasure come ...
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... round the black canoe . Now the last lonely solace must it be To watch pale evening brood o'er land and sea , Then join my friends and let those friends believe My cheeks are moisten'd by the dews of eve . Ask me not , a voice severe XV ...
... round the black canoe . Now the last lonely solace must it be To watch pale evening brood o'er land and sea , Then join my friends and let those friends believe My cheeks are moisten'd by the dews of eve . Ask me not , a voice severe XV ...
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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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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,