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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... thro ' life Ah , what avails the sceptred race , Ah wherefore should you so admire Ah , yes ! the hour is come . Alas , how soon the hours are over Alas ! ' tis very sad to hear . Alfieri , thou art present in my sight A little cornet ...
... thro ' life Ah , what avails the sceptred race , Ah wherefore should you so admire Ah , yes ! the hour is come . Alas , how soon the hours are over Alas ! ' tis very sad to hear . Alfieri , thou art present in my sight A little cornet ...
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... thro ' its flowery plain ; Life's torn romance we thumb throughout the day : Lightly you run thro ' years ; stop ! stop ! Little have you to learn from me . Little it interests me how • Little volume , warm with wishes , Little you ...
... thro ' its flowery plain ; Life's torn romance we thumb throughout the day : Lightly you run thro ' years ; stop ! stop ! Little have you to learn from me . Little it interests me how • Little volume , warm with wishes , Little you ...
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... thro ' My hopes and glories all go down , My hopes retire ; my wishes as before . My little flower of stem so tall , My little kid ! if I forbid My pictures blacken in their frames My pretty Marte , my winter friend , My serious son ! I ...
... thro ' My hopes and glories all go down , My hopes retire ; my wishes as before . My little flower of stem so tall , My little kid ! if I forbid My pictures blacken in their frames My pretty Marte , my winter friend , My serious son ! I ...
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... thro ' tears shall burn . XLV . I sadden while I view again Smiles that for me the Graces wreathed . Sure my last kiss those lips retain And breathe the very vow they breathed ; At peace , in sorrow , far or near , OF 1846. ] 15 ...
... thro ' tears shall burn . XLV . I sadden while I view again Smiles that for me the Graces wreathed . Sure my last kiss those lips retain And breathe the very vow they breathed ; At peace , in sorrow , far or near , OF 1846. ] 15 ...
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... Thro ' ocean pounced upon his foe , Stung with denial , Gunlaug went , But breathed no word of discontent . " Thorstein , " he cried , " I leave my home , Yet not for shelter am I come ; Thorstein , I come to learn from thee The dangers ...
... Thro ' ocean pounced upon his foe , Stung with denial , Gunlaug went , But breathed no word of discontent . " Thorstein , " he cried , " I leave my home , Yet not for shelter am I come ; Thorstein , I come to learn from thee The dangers ...
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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
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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.
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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,