The poets of the second half of the reign. The writers of vers de sociétéHenry Fitz Randolph A. D. F. Randolph & Company, 1887 |
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... Golden Age , a Satire , 1871 ; Interludes , 1872 ; Rome or Death , 1873 ; The Tower of Babel ( Drama ) , 1874 ; Leszko , the Bas- tard : a Tale of Polish Grief , 1877 ; Savonarola , 1881 ; Soliloquies in Song , 1882 ; At the Gate of the ...
... Golden Age , a Satire , 1871 ; Interludes , 1872 ; Rome or Death , 1873 ; The Tower of Babel ( Drama ) , 1874 ; Leszko , the Bas- tard : a Tale of Polish Grief , 1877 ; Savonarola , 1881 ; Soliloquies in Song , 1882 ; At the Gate of the ...
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... golden platter soaked with wine , And said : O Ruksh ! bear Rustum well ! — but I Have never known my grandsire's furrowed face , Nor seen his lofty house in Seistan , Nor slaked my thirst at the clear Helmund stream ; But lodged among ...
... golden platter soaked with wine , And said : O Ruksh ! bear Rustum well ! — but I Have never known my grandsire's furrowed face , Nor seen his lofty house in Seistan , Nor slaked my thirst at the clear Helmund stream ; But lodged among ...
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... golden waves That break on a green island of the south , Amid the flash of many plumaged wings , Passed the fair days in Heaven . By the side Of quiet waters perfect Spirits walked , Low singing , in the star - dew , full of joy In ...
... golden waves That break on a green island of the south , Amid the flash of many plumaged wings , Passed the fair days in Heaven . By the side Of quiet waters perfect Spirits walked , Low singing , in the star - dew , full of joy In ...
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... golden rule Taught by the elder gods . When I had taken My fixed resolve , I grew impatient for it , Counting the laggard days . Oh , it was sweet To simulate the yearning of a wife Long parted from her Lord , and mock the fools Who ...
... golden rule Taught by the elder gods . When I had taken My fixed resolve , I grew impatient for it , Counting the laggard days . Oh , it was sweet To simulate the yearning of a wife Long parted from her Lord , and mock the fools Who ...
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... golden lyre , And played the Song of Life ; and lo , I knew My strain , how earthy ! Oh , to hear the young Apollo playing ! and the hidden cells And chambers of the universe displayed Before the charmed sound LEWIS MORRIS . 59.
... golden lyre , And played the Song of Life ; and lo , I knew My strain , how earthy ! Oh , to hear the young Apollo playing ! and the hidden cells And chambers of the universe displayed Before the charmed sound LEWIS MORRIS . 59.
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The poets of the second half of the reign. The writers of vers de société Henry Fitz Randolph Visos knygos peržiūra - 1887 |
The poets of the second half of the reign; The writers of vers de société Henry Fitz Randolph Visos knygos peržiūra - 1888 |
The poets of the second half of the reign. The writers of vers de société Henry Fitz Randolph Visos knygos peržiūra - 1887 |
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Ascidian BABETTE beauty Belle Marquise beneath birds blue breast breath Calydon child CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI cold dark dawn dead dear death deep divine doth dream earth ELEANOR HAMILTON eyes face fair fall fear feet Firdausi flowers gaze Giovanni Nicotera gleam glory Godfrid golden grace grave green hair hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven Judas Iscariot King kiss light lips little Bo-peep living lone look Lord Molly Trefusis never night Night Mail nightingale o'er old Sedan chair once Oran pain pale pass Poems pray Psamathe rest rose round Seistan Seraph shadow shining silence sing sleep smile soft Sohrab song sorrow soul star strange sweet thee thine things thou art thought thrush Ugo Bassi unto Vanity Fair VERS DE SOCIÉTÉ voice wandering waves weary weep wild wilt wind wings young youth
Populiarios ištraukos
254 psl. - Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow, dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face?
17 psl. - Dover Beach"— The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
254 psl. - A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They will not keep you standing at that door. Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? Of labour you shall find the sum. Will there be beds for me and all who seek? Yea, beds for all who come.
14 psl. - No, no, thou hast not felt the lapse of hours! For what wears out the life of mortal men? Tis that from change to change their being rolls, Tis that repeated shocks, again, again, Exhaust the energy of strongest souls And numb the elastic powers. Till having used our nerves with bliss and teen, And tired upon a thousand schemes our wit, To the just-pausing Genius we remit Our worn-out life, and are — what we have been.
253 psl. - When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet: And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget.
117 psl. - For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered is grief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, 30 And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
120 psl. - And spring and seed and swallow Take wing for her and follow Where summer song rings hollow And flowers are put to scorn. There go the loves that wither, The old loves with wearier wings; And all dead years draw thither, And all disastrous things; Dead dreams of days forsaken, Blind buds that snows have shaken, Wild leaves that winds have taken, Red strays of ruined springs.
17 psl. - Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
119 psl. - ... adrift, and whither They wot not who make thither; But no such winds blow hither, And no such things grow here. No growth of moor or coppice...
16 psl. - And snatch'd his rudder, and shook out more sail, And day and night held on indignantly O'er the blue Midland waters with the gale...