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... ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE . VII . A MINOR POET AND LYRICS BY AMY LEVY . 187 233 VIII . A PAINTER OF THE LAST CENTURY BY JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS . · 265 IX . PROVERBS IN PORCELAIN BY AUSTIN DOBSON . • 297 X. ES TRIPLEX BY ROBERT LOUIS ...
... ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE . VII . A MINOR POET AND LYRICS BY AMY LEVY . 187 233 VIII . A PAINTER OF THE LAST CENTURY BY JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS . · 265 IX . PROVERBS IN PORCELAIN BY AUSTIN DOBSON . • 297 X. ES TRIPLEX BY ROBERT LOUIS ...
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... ALGERNON CHarles Swinburne . AND A LAD'S LOVE . If I had lived ere DEAD LOVE, AND OTHER INEDITED PIECES BY ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE 187.
... ALGERNON CHarles Swinburne . AND A LAD'S LOVE . If I had lived ere DEAD LOVE, AND OTHER INEDITED PIECES BY ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE 187.
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... Charles Swinburne , 1896. ) A BOUT the time of the great troubles in France DEAD LOVE | By | Algernon C. Swinburne . | LONDON |
... Charles Swinburne , 1896. ) A BOUT the time of the great troubles in France DEAD LOVE | By | Algernon C. Swinburne . | LONDON |
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... Algernon Charles Swinburne | [ 1866. 1 ] Collation : Octavo , pp . iv ; consisting of Titles as above ( with blank reverse ) , pp . i - ii ; and the Text of the Verses ( eighteen lines in all ) pp . iii - iv . ( 1 ) This very misleading ...
... Algernon Charles Swinburne | [ 1866. 1 ] Collation : Octavo , pp . iv ; consisting of Titles as above ( with blank reverse ) , pp . i - ii ; and the Text of the Verses ( eighteen lines in all ) pp . iii - iv . ( 1 ) This very misleading ...
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... Publishd by him at 45 Ex change Street , Portland , Maine Current Numbers 5 Cents . DEAD LOVE , AND OTHER INEDITED PIECES BY ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE PUBLISHED MONTHLY Current numbers Five cents 1901 . SUBSCRIPTIONS for.
... Publishd by him at 45 Ex change Street , Portland , Maine Current Numbers 5 Cents . DEAD LOVE , AND OTHER INEDITED PIECES BY ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE PUBLISHED MONTHLY Current numbers Five cents 1901 . SUBSCRIPTIONS for.
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Página 328 - In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
Página 348 - A late lark twitters from the quiet skies: And from the west, Where the sun, his day's work ended, Lingers as in content, There falls on the old, gray city An influence luminous and serene, A shining peace. The smoke ascends In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires Shine and are changed. In the valley Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun, Closing his benediction, Sinks, and the darkening air Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night Night with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep. So...
Página 329 - To be honest, to be kind — to earn a little and to spend a little less, to make upon the whole a family happier for his presence, to renounce when that shall be necessary and not to be embittered, to keep a few friends but these without capitulation — above all, on the same grim condition, to keep friends with himself — here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude and delicacy.
Página 137 - THEY told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead; They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept, as I remembered, how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.
Página 417 - I'd say, how fate may change and shift; The prize be sometimes with the fool, The race not always to the swift. The strong may yield, the good may fall, The great man be a vulgar clown, The knave be lifted over all, The kind cast pitilessly down.
Página 347 - Death has not been suffered to take so much as an illusion from his heart. In the hotfit of life, a-tiptoe on the highest point of being, he passes at a bound on to the other side. The noise of the mallet and chisel is scarcely quenched, the trumpets are hardly done blowing, when, trailing with him clouds of glory, this happy-starred, full-blooded spirit shoots into the spiritual land.
Página 136 - You say there is no substance here, One great reality above : Back from that void I shrink in fear, And childlike hide myself in love : Show me what angels feel. Till then, I cling, a mere weak man, to men. You bid me lift my mean desires From faltering lips and fitful veins To sexless souls, ideal quires, Unwearied voices, wordless strains : My mind with fonder welcome owns One dear dead friend's remembered tones. Forsooth the present we must give To that which cannot pass away ; All beauteous things...
Página 339 - ... woman ; but surely, surely, not a Permanent Possibility of Sensation ! He may be afraid of a precipice, or a dentist, or a large enemy with a club, or even an undertaker's man ; but not certainly of abstract death. We may trick with the word "life" in its dozen senses until we are weary of tricking; we may argue in terms of all the philosophies on earth, but one fact remains true throughout — that we do not love life, in the sense that we are greatly preoccupied about its conservation ; that...
Página 411 - Ah me! how quick the days are flitting! I mind me of a time that's gone, When here I'd sit, as now I'm sitting, In this same place— but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear, dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me —There's no one now to share my cup.
Página 406 - My song, save this, is little worth ; I lay the weary pen aside, And wish you health, and love, and mirth, As fits the solemn Christmas-tide. As fits the holy Christmas birth, Be this, good friends, our carol still — Be peace on earth, be peace on earth, To men of gentle will.