Poems: Lyric, dramatic, and elegiac poemsMacmillan and Company, 1881 |
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anchorites Asopus Behold breast breath bright brow Callicles calm Catana Centaurs Circe clear cries dark dead death deep divine dost doth dream earth Empedocles eternal Etna eyes fame fate feel fields gaze Glion gloom glow Gods Goethe gone GRANDE CHARTREUSE grass grave grey hair hath hear heart heaven hills hour Iacchus KENSINGTON GARDENS knew leave light little hour Lityerses live lonely long'd Marsyas mind mists Montbovon morning mortal mountains night o'er Obermann once pain pass pass'd past Pausanias Phrygian pines POEMS poet rest round Senancour shade shepherd shining sleep smile snow soft soul spirit spring stand stars strain stream strife sweet tears Thebes thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Thyrsis Tiresias to-night Vevey Vext voice wandering waves weary wind ye stars youth
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66 psl. - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
17 psl. - YES! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
227 psl. - Physician of the iron age, Goethe has done his pilgrimage. He took the suffering human race, He read each wound, each weakness clear; And struck his finger on the place, And said: Thou ailest here, and here!
211 psl. - O born in days when wits were fresh and clear, And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames; Before this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims, Its heads o'ertaxed, its palsied hearts, was rife Fly hence, our contact fear!
176 psl. - WE cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides ; The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our soul abides. But tasks in hours of insight willed Can be through hours of gloom fulfilled.
187 psl. - A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast, And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again : The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain, And what we mean, we say, and what we would, we know...
201 psl. - Go, for they call you, Shepherd, from the hill; Go, Shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes: No longer leave thy wistful flock unfed, Nor let thy bawling fellows rack their throats, Nor the cropp'd grasses shoot another head. But when the fields are still, And the tired men and dogs all gone to rest...
261 psl. - Yes! I believe that there lived Others like thee in the past, Not like the men of the crowd Who all round me to-day Bluster or cringe, and make life Hideous, and arid, and vile; But souls temper'd with fire, Fervent, heroic, and good, Helpers and friends of mankind.
209 psl. - For early didst thou leave the world, with powers Fresh, undiverted to the world without, Firm to their mark, not spent on other things ; Free from the sick fatigue, the languid doubt, Which much to have tried, in much been baffled, brings.
174 psl. - WEARY of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow I stand, which bears me Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea. And a look of passionate desire O'er the sea and to the stars I send: "Ye who from my childhood up have calmed me, Calm me, ah, compose me to the end! "Ah, once more...