Ballads and SonnetsEllis and White, 1881 - 335 páginas |
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afar behold beneath Beryl-stone bitter bough breast breath brow Catherine Douglas child chrysoprase clasp cling cloud cried DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI dark dead dear death deep doth evermore face fain fair feet fell fire flame flower gaze God's golden grace grey hair hand hast hath heaven Holycleugh hope hour immortal hours King King's kiss knew lady leaned light lips looked lord Love's Lungi moan moon mother murmuring neath night o'er once pale powers primordial PROSERPINA Queen rain Rose Mary Rouen round royal train sang Scotish shadow shalt shame sighs sight sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul's spirits Spring stood sundering seas sweet tears thee thine eyes thing thou throne thy heart thy name thy soul to-day turn Twas Unto VENUS VICTRIX voice wave White Ship wild Willowwood wind wings Yesterday's son youth
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Página 306 - Strange to think by the way, Whatever there is to know, That shall we know one day.
Página 83 - Saved!" was the cry from many a throat. And down to the boat they leaped and fell: It turned as a bucket turns in a well, And nothing was there but the surge and swell. The Prince that was and the King to come, There in an instant gone to his doom, Despite of all England's bended knee And maugre the Norman fealty!
Página 239 - This is that Lady Beauty, in whose praise Thy voice and hand shake still; long known to thee By flying hair and fluttering hem — the beat Following her daily of thy heart and feet, How passionately and irretrievably, In what fond flight, how many ways and days...
Página 161 - A sonnet is a coin; its face reveals The Soul — its converse, to what Power...
Página 296 - I looked and saw your heart In the shadow of your eyes, As a seeker sees the gold In the shadow of the stream ; And I said, " Ah me ! what art Should win the immortal prize, Whose want must make life cold And Heaven a hollow dream ? " I looked and saw your love In the shadow of your heart, As a diver sees the pearl In the shadow of the sea ; And I murmured, not above My breath, but all apart, — " Ah ! you can love, true girl, And is your love for me ?
Página 259 - LOOK in my face ; my name is Might-have-been ; I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell ; Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell Cast up thy Life's foam-fretted feet between ; Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen Which had Life's form and Love's, but by my spell Is now a shaken shadow intolerable, Of ultimate things unuttered the frail screen...
Página 190 - Soul-Light What other woman could be loved like you, Or how of you should love possess his fill? After the fulness of all rapture, still, — As at the end of some deep avenue A tender glamour of day, — there comes to view Far in your eyes a yet more hungering thrill, — Such fire as Love's soul-winnowing hands distil Even from his inmost ark of light and dew.
Página 78 - Is a songbird's course so swift on the wing?" And under the winter stars' still throng, From brown throats, white throats, merry and strong, The knights and the ladies raised a song. A song, — nay, a shriek that rent the sky, That leaped o'er the deep! — the grievous cry Of three hundred living that now must die.
Página 259 - A Superscription Look in my face ; my name is Might-have-been ; I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell ; Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell Cast up thy Life's foam-fretted feet between ; Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen...
Página 81 - Twas then o'er the splitting bulwarks' brim The Prince's sister screamed to him. He gazed aloft, still rowing apace, And through the whirled surf he knew her face. To the toppling decks clave one and all As a fly cleaves to a chamber-wall.