An Anthology of Pure Poetry: Edited with an IntroductionGeorge Moore Boni and Liveright, 1924 - 174 ページ |
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... Closet Golden Wings · Chorus from Atalanta in Calydon 128 • · 129 130 · 131 134 144 · 145 151 152 153 155 · • 157 • 159 163 • • 164 166 168 • 172 181 AN ANTHOLOGY of PURE POETRY INTRODUCTION I ALTHOUGH deflowered thirty [ vi ]
... Closet Golden Wings · Chorus from Atalanta in Calydon 128 • · 129 130 · 131 134 144 · 145 151 152 153 155 · • 157 • 159 163 • • 164 166 168 • 172 181 AN ANTHOLOGY of PURE POETRY INTRODUCTION I ALTHOUGH deflowered thirty [ vi ]
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... Wings . Chorus from Atalanta in Calydon ΙΟΟ ΙΟΙ 102 103 · 104 105 тоб 107 108 109 110 III 112 114 115 116 117 118 121 · 124 125 127 128 • 129 · 130 131 • 134 144 145 • 151 • 152 153 155 157 • 159 163 164 166 168 172 181 • AN ANTHOLOGY ...
... Wings . Chorus from Atalanta in Calydon ΙΟΟ ΙΟΙ 102 103 · 104 105 тоб 107 108 109 110 III 112 114 115 116 117 118 121 · 124 125 127 128 • 129 · 130 131 • 134 144 145 • 151 • 152 153 155 157 • 159 163 164 166 168 172 181 • AN ANTHOLOGY ...
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... wings Upon his back and body flings Shadows and sunny glimmerings , That cover him all over . My dazzled sight he oft deceives , A Brother of the dancing leaves ; Then flits , and from the cottage eaves Pours forth his song in gushes ...
... wings Upon his back and body flings Shadows and sunny glimmerings , That cover him all over . My dazzled sight he oft deceives , A Brother of the dancing leaves ; Then flits , and from the cottage eaves Pours forth his song in gushes ...
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... Wings our eyes and ears enjoy equally , and so complete is our enjoyment that whilst we read we clap our hands ( speaking figuratively ) and thank heaven that we have escaped at last from grey thoughtfulness into a world of things ...
... Wings our eyes and ears enjoy equally , and so complete is our enjoyment that whilst we read we clap our hands ( speaking figuratively ) and thank heaven that we have escaped at last from grey thoughtfulness into a world of things ...
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... Wings , from the lyric which Morris introduces into the narrative : Gold wings across the sea , Moonlight from tree to tree , Gold hair beside my knee ; Ah , sweet knight , come to me , Gold wings across the sea . Are not my blue eyes ...
... Wings , from the lyric which Morris introduces into the narrative : Gold wings across the sea , Moonlight from tree to tree , Gold hair beside my knee ; Ah , sweet knight , come to me , Gold wings across the sea . Are not my blue eyes ...
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102 ページ - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
68 ページ - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
137 ページ - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
77 ページ - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
61 ページ - When daisies pied, and violets blue. And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight. The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he., Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
108 ページ - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
80 ページ - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
102 ページ - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
133 ページ - For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights, And music, went to Camelot ; Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed ; " I am half sick of shadows,
23 ページ - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!