New PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1867 - 208 ページ |
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... cries Pressing fast with both his hands His white garment to his eyes , Not to see Apollo's scorn ; Ah , poor Faun , poor Faun ! ah , poor Faun ! And lie thou there , My laurel bough ! EMPEDOCLES . Scornful Apollo's ensign , lie thou ...
... cries Pressing fast with both his hands His white garment to his eyes , Not to see Apollo's scorn ; Ah , poor Faun , poor Faun ! ah , poor Faun ! And lie thou there , My laurel bough ! EMPEDOCLES . Scornful Apollo's ensign , lie thou ...
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... cries are rising ever new , And men's incessant stream goes by ; We who pursue Our business with unslackening stride , Traverse in troops , with care - filled breast , The soft Mediterranean side , The Nile , the East , And see all ...
... cries are rising ever new , And men's incessant stream goes by ; We who pursue Our business with unslackening stride , Traverse in troops , with care - filled breast , The soft Mediterranean side , The Nile , the East , And see all ...
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... cries come ! Sometimes a child will cross the glade To take his nurse his broken toy ; Sometimes a thrush flit overhead Deep in her unknown day's employ . Here at my feet what wonders pass , What endless , active life is here ! What ...
... cries come ! Sometimes a child will cross the glade To take his nurse his broken toy ; Sometimes a thrush flit overhead Deep in her unknown day's employ . Here at my feet what wonders pass , What endless , active life is here ! What ...
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... cries my friend , " but who hath taught Why music and the other arts Oftener perform aright their parts Than poetry ? why she , than they , Fewer real successes can display ? " For ' t is so , surely ! Even in Greece Where best the poet ...
... cries my friend , " but who hath taught Why music and the other arts Oftener perform aright their parts Than poetry ? why she , than they , Fewer real successes can display ? " For ' t is so , surely ! Even in Greece Where best the poet ...
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... sheaves about , Trample the grass ! Tear from the rifled hedge Garlands , their prize ; Fill with their sports the field , Fill with their cries ! Shepherd , what ails thee , then ? Shepherd , BACCHANALIA ; OR , THE NEW AGE . 147.
... sheaves about , Trample the grass ! Tear from the rifled hedge Garlands , their prize ; Fill with their sports the field , Fill with their cries ! Shepherd , what ails thee , then ? Shepherd , BACCHANALIA ; OR , THE NEW AGE . 147.
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Agrigentum Beethoven bliss blow Brandan breath bright brow Calais CALLICLES calm Carnac Catana charm Children of men cries crown Cumnor dark dead death deep divine doth dreams earth EMPEDOCLES EMPEDOCLES ON ETNA Etna eyes feel fields flowers flute forever gaze gloom glow Gods gone grass grave gray hair harp hast hath heart heaven Heine hills human knew LAOCOÖN life's light live lonely look lyre Marsyas mind Montbovon morn mount mountain mules Muse night o'er Obermann once outworn pain Parmenides pass past PAUSANIAS Peisianax Phrygian poet repose rest rock roll round Saint scorn shade shine silent soft soul spell spirit stars stream strife sweet swell thee thine things thou art thought Thyrsis to-night trees Valais Vext voice wandering waves weary wind ye stars youth
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99 ページ - 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.
65 ページ - It irk'd him to be here, he could not rest. He loved each simple joy the country yields, He loved his mates; but yet he could not keep, For that a shadow lour'd on the fields, Here with the shepherds and the silly sheep.
100 ページ - 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. Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant...
184 ページ - Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born, With nowhere yet to rest my head, Like these, on earth I wait forlorn. Their faith, my tears, the world deride; I come to shed them at their side.
117 ページ - PALLADIUM. Set where the upper streams of Simois flow Was the Palladium, high 'mid rock and wood ; And Hector was in Ilium, far below, And fought, and saw it not — but there it stood ! It stood, and sun and moonshine rain'd their light On the pure columns of its glen-built hall. Backward and forward roll'd the waves of fight Round Troy — but while this stood, Troy could not falL So, in its lovely moonlight, lives the soul.
101 ページ - TEN years ! — and to my waking eye Once more the roofs of Berne appear ; The rocky banks, the terrace high, The stream ! — and do I linger here ? The clouds are on the Oberland, The Jungfrau snows look faint and far ; But bright are those green fields at hand, And through those fields comes down the Aar...
67 ページ - And scent of hay new-mown. But Thyrsis never more we swains shall see! See him come back, and cut a smoother reed, And blow a strain the world at last shall heed — For Time, not Corydon, hath conquer'd thee.
99 ページ - 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.
158 ページ - Children of men ! the unseen Power, whose eye For ever doth accompany mankind, Hath look'd on no religion scornfully That men did ever find. ' Which has not taught weak wills how much they can ? Which has not fall'n on the dry heart like rain? Which has not cried to sunk, self-weary man : Thou must be born again...
182 ページ - And white uplifted faces stand, Passing the Host from hand to hand; Each takes, and then his visage wan Is buried in his cowl once more. The cells, — the suffering Son of Man Upon the wall!