Poems. New and complete ed, 第 2 巻1885 |
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anchorites ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH Asopus Behold bloom breast breath bright brow calm cheek Children of men Circe clear Creon cries Crown 8vo dark dead death deep divine dost doth dream earth Edition eternal Extra Fcap eyes fair fame feel fields flowers gaze Glion Globe 8vo gloom glow Goethe gone grass grave green grey hair hath head hear heart hills Iacchus knew light little hour Lityerses live lone long'd LORD TENNYSON MATTHEW ARNOLD Montbovon moonlit mortal night o'er Obermann once pain pale pass pass'd past Phrygia plain POEMS poet rest round Senancour shade shepherd shine silent sleep smile snow soft song soul spirit stand strain stream strife sweet tears Thebes thee thine thou hast thought thy hand Thyrsis Tiresias to-night Vevey Vext voice wandering wast waves wild wind youth
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64 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.
123 ページ - But often, in the world's most crowded streets, But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the knowledge of our buried life, A thirst to spend our fire and restless force In tracking out our true, original course; A longing to inquire Into the mystery of this heart which beats So wild, so deep in us, — to know Whence our thoughts come and where they go.
167 ページ - He too upon a wintry clime Had fallen — on this iron time Of doubts, disputes, distractions, fears. He found us when the age had bound Our souls in its benumbing round ; He spoke, and loosed our heart in tears. He laid us as we lay at birth On the cool flowery lap of earth...
63 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.
194 ページ - But thou would'st not alone Be saved, my father! alone Conquer and come to thy goal, Leaving the rest in the wild.
46 ページ - That wild, unquench'd, deep-sunken, old-world pain — Say, will it never heal? And can this fragrant lawn With its cool trees, and night, And the sweet, tranquil Thames, And moonshine, and the dew, To thy rack'd heart and brain Afford no balm? Dost thou to-night behold Here, through the moonlight on this English grass, The unfriendly palace in the Thracian wild?
114 ページ - 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 will'd Can be through hours of gloom fulfill'd.
149 ページ - 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!
47 ページ - Dost thou to-night behold Here, through the moonlight on this English grass, The unfriendly palace in the Thracian wild? Dost thou again peruse With hot cheeks and sear'd eyes The too clear web, and thy dumb Sister's shame? Dost thou once more assay Thy flight, and feel come over thee, Poor Fugitive, the feathery change Once more, and once more seem to make resound With love and hate, triumph and agony, Lone Daulis, and the high Cephissian vale? Listen, Eugenia— How thick the bursts come crowding...
156 ページ - What matters it? next year he will return, And we shall have him in the sweet spring-days, With whitening hedges, and uncrumpling fern, And blue-bells trembling by the forest-ways, 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...