PoemsTicknor, 1856 - 336 páginas |
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... . Longing SELF - DECEPTION 274 276 . 276 278 . 279 280 . 282 283 EXCUSE INDIFFERENCE € 285 · 287 RESIGNATION 289 DESPONDENCY 300 THE PHILOSOPHER AND THE STARS 301 DESIRE 303 1 TO A GIPSY CHILD BY THE SEA - SHORE CONTENTS . 7 ་
... . Longing SELF - DECEPTION 274 276 . 276 278 . 279 280 . 282 283 EXCUSE INDIFFERENCE € 285 · 287 RESIGNATION 289 DESPONDENCY 300 THE PHILOSOPHER AND THE STARS 301 DESIRE 303 1 TO A GIPSY CHILD BY THE SEA - SHORE CONTENTS . 7 ་
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... Star , The baleful sign of fevers : dust had soil'd His stately crest , and dimm'd his glittering arms . His breast heav'd ; his lips foam'd ; and twice his voice Was chok'd with rage : at last these words broke way : " Girl ! nimble ...
... Star , The baleful sign of fevers : dust had soil'd His stately crest , and dimm'd his glittering arms . His breast heav'd ; his lips foam'd ; and twice his voice Was chok'd with rage : at last these words broke way : " Girl ! nimble ...
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... stars took part In that unnatural conflict ; for a cloud Grew suddenly in Heaven , and dark'd the sun Over the fighters ' heads ; and a wind rose Under their feet , and moaning swept the plain , And in a sandy whirlwind wrapp'd the pair ...
... stars took part In that unnatural conflict ; for a cloud Grew suddenly in Heaven , and dark'd the sun Over the fighters ' heads ; and a wind rose Under their feet , and moaning swept the plain , And in a sandy whirlwind wrapp'd the pair ...
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... star . Let them all cross the Oxus back in peace . But me thou must bear hence , not send with them , But carry me with thee to Seistan , And place me on a bed , and mourn for me , Thou , and the snow - hair'd Zal , and all thy friends ...
... star . Let them all cross the Oxus back in peace . But me thou must bear hence , not send with them , But carry me with thee to Seistan , And place me on a bed , and mourn for me , Thou , and the snow - hair'd Zal , and all thy friends ...
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... Star , past Orgunjè , Brimming , and bright , and large : then sands begin To hem his watery march , and dam his streams ... stars Emerge , and shine upon the Aral Sea . - " After Chephren , Mycerinus , son of Cheops SOHRAB AND RUSTUM . 61.
... Star , past Orgunjè , Brimming , and bright , and large : then sands begin To hem his watery march , and dam his streams ... stars Emerge , and shine upon the Aral Sea . - " After Chephren , Mycerinus , son of Cheops SOHRAB AND RUSTUM . 61.
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action Afrasiab answer'd arms art thou Asgard Asopus Balder Baltic Sea breast Breidablik bright Brittany calm cheeks clear cold dark dead death deep dost doth dream earth eyes Fate Father Fausta feel forest gaze gloom Goddess Gods golden grave gray green grief Gudurz hair hand hath head hear heart Heaven Hela Hela's realm Hermod Hoder horse Iacchus Iseult King light liv'd live lonely look'd lov'd Midgard morn mountain mourn Nanna Niflheim night Niord o'er Odin Odin's once Oxus pain pale pass'd Persian plain Poet poetical round Ruksh Rustum sand sate Seistan shalt shines side sings sits sleep Sleipner smile Sohrab soul spake spear spoke stand stars stood stream sweet Tartar tears Thebes thee thine thou art thou hast Tiresias Tristram turn'd Valhalla Vizier voice wandering waves weep wild wind youth
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Página 169 - 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!
Página 173 - OTHERS abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask — Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place, Spares but the cloudy border of his base To the...
Página 168 - For whom each year we see Breeds new beginnings, disappointments new; Who hesitate and falter life away, And lose to-morrow the ground won to-day — Ah!
Página 137 - When did music come this way? Children dear, was it yesterday? Children dear, was it yesterday (Call yet once) that she went away? Once she sate with you and me, On a red gold throne in the heart of the sea, And the youngest sate on her knee. She comb'd its bright hair, and she tended it well, When down swung the sound of the far-off bell.
Página 136 - Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam ; Where the salt weed sways in the stream...
Página 138 - we are long alone; ' The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan.
Página 167 - For early didst thou leave the world, with powers Fresh, undiverted to the world without, Firm to their mark, not spent on other things; Free from the sick fatigue, the languid doubt, Which much to have tried, in much been baffled, brings. O life unlike to ours! Who fluctuate idly without term or scope, Of whom each strives, nor knows for what he strives, And each half lives a hundred different lives; Who wait like thee, but not, like thee, in hope.
Página 69 - Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills ; and there The sunshine in the happy glens is fair, And by the sea, and in the brakes. The grass is cool, the sea-side air Buoyant and fresh, the mountain-flowers More virginal and sweet than ours.
Página 10 - Greek genius suppose to be its exclusive characteristics, have disappeared ; the calm, the cheerfulness, the disinterested ob1 jectivity have disappeared : the dialogue of the mind with itself has commenced ; modern problems have presented themselves ; we hear already the doubts, we witness the discouragement, of Hamlet and of Faust.
Página 51 - ... vengeance upon thee. Fierce man, bethink thee, for an only son! What will that grief, what will that vengeance be? Oh, could I live, till I that grief had seen! Yet him I pity not so much, but her, My mother, who in Ader-baijan dwells 59° With that old king, her father, who grows gray With age, and rules over the valiant Koords.