Selections from [his] Poetical WorksSmith, Elder & Company, 1874 |
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Pagina 6
... tell ( there's my weakness ) What her look said ! -no vile cant , sure , about " need to strew the bleakness " Of some lone shore with its pearl - seed , that the sea feels " -no " strange yearning " That such souls have , most to ...
... tell ( there's my weakness ) What her look said ! -no vile cant , sure , about " need to strew the bleakness " Of some lone shore with its pearl - seed , that the sea feels " -no " strange yearning " That such souls have , most to ...
Pagina 14
... telling Adela How many birds it struck since May . EURYDICE TO ORPHEUS . A PICTURE BY FREDERICK LEIGHTON , R.A. BUT give them me , the mouth , the eyes , the brow ! Let them once more absorb me ! One look now Will lap me round for ever ...
... telling Adela How many birds it struck since May . EURYDICE TO ORPHEUS . A PICTURE BY FREDERICK LEIGHTON , R.A. BUT give them me , the mouth , the eyes , the brow ! Let them once more absorb me ! One look now Will lap me round for ever ...
Pagina 43
... tell us our fortune . The oldest Gipsy then above ground ; And , sure as the autumn season came round , She paid us a visit for profit or pastime , And every time , as she swore , for the last time . And presently she was seen to sidle ...
... tell us our fortune . The oldest Gipsy then above ground ; And , sure as the autumn season came round , She paid us a visit for profit or pastime , And every time , as she swore , for the last time . And presently she was seen to sidle ...
Pagina 45
... telling some story or other Of hill or dale , oak - wood or fernshaw , To wile away a weary hour For the lady left alone in her bower , Whose mind and body craved exertion And yet shrank from all better diversion . XIV . Then clapping ...
... telling some story or other Of hill or dale , oak - wood or fernshaw , To wile away a weary hour For the lady left alone in her bower , Whose mind and body craved exertion And yet shrank from all better diversion . XIV . Then clapping ...
Pagina 46
... place at the very first of all , I cannot tell , as I never could learn it : Jacynth constantly wished a curse to fall On that little head of hers and burn it If she knew how she came to drop so soundly 46 The Flight of the Duchess .
... place at the very first of all , I cannot tell , as I never could learn it : Jacynth constantly wished a curse to fall On that little head of hers and burn it If she knew how she came to drop so soundly 46 The Flight of the Duchess .
Termeni și expresii frecvente
beauty bird blood breast breath brow Caliban cheek Clement Marot CLEON dare Dark Tower dead death drop Duke earth eyes face Fano feast fire flesh flowers furled Gismond give God's gold grew grey hair hand hath hauberk head heart heaven hope Italy Jacynth King kiss lady LAST DUCHESS laugh leave life's lips live look Louis-d'or man's mind Moldavia mouth neath never night o'er once paint pass past perfect PIPPA PASSES play Pornic praise pride rapture rest ride ROBERT BROWNING rose round Saint Saul Setebos shut side sings sleep smile song soul speak star stopped sure sweet thee there's thing thou thought thro touch travertine truth turn twixt Ulpian VIII watch whole wonder word youth Zeus
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Pagina 341 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Pagina 336 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Pagina 335 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Pagina 246 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour. The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard, The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky, Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard; Enough that He heard it once: we shall hear it by and by.
Pagina 244 - But here is the finger of God, a flash of the will that can, Existent behind all laws, that made them and, lo, they are! And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man, That out of three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, hut a star.
Pagina 69 - Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us, Burns, Shelley, were with us, — they watch from their graves! He alone breaks from the van and the freemen, — He alone sinks to the rear and the slaves! We shall march prospering, — not thro...
Pagina 69 - THE LOST LEADER. JUST for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver...
Pagina 191 - Noon strikes, — here sweeps the procession! our Lady borne smiling and smart With a pink gauze gown all spangles, and seven swords stuck in her heart!
Pagina 332 - Would I suffer for him that I love? So wouldst thou — so wilt thou ! So shall crown thee the topmost, ineffablest, uttermost crown — And thy love fill infinitude wholly, nor leave up nor down One spot for the creature to stand in!
Pagina 273 - Long he lived nameless: how should spring take note Winter would follow? Till lo, the little touch, and youth was gone! Cramped and diminished, Moaned he, "New measures, other feet anon! "My dance is finished?