English Prose and PoetryGinn, 1926 - 882 páginas |
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... stars of heaven all ; To Wind , to Air , to Sea , to Land 3960 3970 She prayed there , holding up her hand , 3980 And unto Hecate did she cry , Who goddess is of sorcery . She said : " Oh , help me in this need , And as ye once made me ...
... stars of heaven all ; To Wind , to Air , to Sea , to Land 3960 3970 She prayed there , holding up her hand , 3980 And unto Hecate did she cry , Who goddess is of sorcery . She said : " Oh , help me in this need , And as ye once made me ...
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... stars declining counsel us to rest ; But since so great is thy delight to hear Of our mishaps and Troyes last decay , Though to record the same my mind abhors And plaint eschews , yet thus will I begin : — The Greekës chieftains , all ...
... stars declining counsel us to rest ; But since so great is thy delight to hear Of our mishaps and Troyes last decay , Though to record the same my mind abhors And plaint eschews , yet thus will I begin : — The Greekës chieftains , all ...
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... stars . So they , enrangèd well , Did on those two attend , And their best service lend , 121 Against their wedding day , which was not long : Sweet Thames ! run softly , till I end my song . At length they all to merry London came , To ...
... stars . So they , enrangèd well , Did on those two attend , And their best service lend , 121 Against their wedding day , which was not long : Sweet Thames ! run softly , till I end my song . At length they all to merry London came , To ...
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... stars so bright Shall turn to dust , and lose their goodly light . ΙΟΙ But that fair lamp , from whose celestial ray That light proceeds which kindleth lovers ' fire , Shall never be extinguished nor decay ; But when the vital spirits ...
... stars so bright Shall turn to dust , and lose their goodly light . ΙΟΙ But that fair lamp , from whose celestial ray That light proceeds which kindleth lovers ' fire , Shall never be extinguished nor decay ; But when the vital spirits ...
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... stars is doing , Pinch him blue · Nor pry into our fairy wooing . I FAIRY . 2 FAIRY . And pinch him black - 3 FAIRY . Let him not lack Sharp nails to pinch him blue and red , Till sleep has rocked his addlehead . 4 FAIRY . For the ...
... stars is doing , Pinch him blue · Nor pry into our fairy wooing . I FAIRY . 2 FAIRY . And pinch him black - 3 FAIRY . Let him not lack Sharp nails to pinch him blue and red , Till sleep has rocked his addlehead . 4 FAIRY . For the ...
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Página 142 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Página 533 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star. Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Página 415 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends And youths and maidens gay!
Página 547 - Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!
Página 552 - for Aix is in sight !" "How they'll greet us !" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Página 494 - WITH fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the
Página 651 - Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more, day by day, You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget...
Página 450 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, ye Whose agonies are evils of a day ! — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay.
Página 533 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho...
Página 432 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake...