Judas Maccabaeus. Michael Angelo. TranslationsRiverside Press, 1886 |
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... SILENT FLYING 218 IV . GLOVE OF BLACK IN WHITE HAND BARE 219 FROM THE SWEDISH AND DANISH . INTRODUCTORY NOTE . 220 PASSAGES FROM FRITHIOF'S SAGA . I. FRITHIOF'S HOMESTEAD 224 II . A SLEDGE - RIDE ON THE ICE 227 III . FRITHIOF'S ...
... SILENT FLYING 218 IV . GLOVE OF BLACK IN WHITE HAND BARE 219 FROM THE SWEDISH AND DANISH . INTRODUCTORY NOTE . 220 PASSAGES FROM FRITHIOF'S SAGA . I. FRITHIOF'S HOMESTEAD 224 II . A SLEDGE - RIDE ON THE ICE 227 III . FRITHIOF'S ...
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... SILENT LAND 267 268 269 • 272 THE LUCK OF EDENHALL . 273 THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR 275 THE HEMLOCK TREE . 276 ANNIE OF THARAW . 277 THE STATUE OVER THE CATHEDRAL DOOR 279 THE LEGEND OF THE CROSSBILL 280 THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS 281 • POETIC ...
... SILENT LAND 267 268 269 • 272 THE LUCK OF EDENHALL . 273 THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR 275 THE HEMLOCK TREE . 276 ANNIE OF THARAW . 277 THE STATUE OVER THE CATHEDRAL DOOR 279 THE LEGEND OF THE CROSSBILL 280 THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS 281 • POETIC ...
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... SILENT FLYING 218 • IV . GLOVE OF BLACK IN WHITE HAND BARE 219 FROM THE SWEDISH AND DANISH . INTRODUCTORY NOTE . 220 PASSAGES FROM FRITHIOF'S SAGA . I. FRITHIOF'S HOMESTEAD 224 II . A SLEDGE - RIDE ON THE ICE 227 III . FRITHIOF'S ...
... SILENT FLYING 218 • IV . GLOVE OF BLACK IN WHITE HAND BARE 219 FROM THE SWEDISH AND DANISH . INTRODUCTORY NOTE . 220 PASSAGES FROM FRITHIOF'S SAGA . I. FRITHIOF'S HOMESTEAD 224 II . A SLEDGE - RIDE ON THE ICE 227 III . FRITHIOF'S ...
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... SILENT LAND 272 THE LUCK OF EDENHALL 273 THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR 275 THE HEMLOCK TREE . 276 ANNIE OF THARAW . 277 THE STATUE OVER THE CATHEDRAL DOOR 279 THE LEGEND OF THE CROSSBILL 280 THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS POETIC APHORISMS 281 • 282 SILENT ...
... SILENT LAND 272 THE LUCK OF EDENHALL 273 THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR 275 THE HEMLOCK TREE . 276 ANNIE OF THARAW . 277 THE STATUE OVER THE CATHEDRAL DOOR 279 THE LEGEND OF THE CROSSBILL 280 THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS POETIC APHORISMS 281 • 282 SILENT ...
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... silence is more terrible to me - Than any sound , than any cry of pain , That might escape the lips of one who dies . Doth his heart fail him ? Doth he fall away In the last hour from God ? O Sirion , Sirion , Art thou afraid ? I do not ...
... silence is more terrible to me - Than any sound , than any cry of pain , That might escape the lips of one who dies . Doth his heart fail him ? Doth he fall away In the last hour from God ? O Sirion , Sirion , Art thou afraid ? I do not ...
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ANTIOCHUS artists Bastian beautiful behold BENVENUTO Beth-horon BINDO Bindo Altoviti breath bright brooklet Cardinal Ippolito crown dead dear death delight divine doth dream Duke earth Eccellenza Edenhall eternal eyes face fair faith father Florence FRA SEBASTIANO Francesco Berni Frithiof's Saga gentle GIORGIO GIORGIO VASARI hand Hark hath hear heart heaven holy JACOPO NARDI JASON Jews Jorge Manrique Judas Maccabæus JULIA JULIUS King land Last Judgment leave light Line live Longfellow look Lord maiden Messer MICHAEL ANGELO MONK MOTHER NARDI naught never NICANOR night noble o'er once pain paint poem Poetry of Europe Poets and Poetry Pope pray rest Rome round SCENE SEBASTIANO shalt silent sing Sirion sleep song sorrow soul speak sweet sword Tharaw thee thine things thou art thou hast thought TITIAN translation unto URBINO VALDESSO VITTORIA COLONNA voice walls weary wind
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Página 266 - INTO the Silent land ! Ah ! who shall lead us thither ? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, oh, thither, Into the Silent Land ? Into the Silent Land!
Página 260 - I KNOW a maiden fair to see, Take care ! She can both false and friendly be, Beware ! Beware ! Trust her not. She is fooling thee ! She has two eyes, so soft and brown, Take care ! She gives a side-glance and looks down, Beware ! Beware ! Trust her not, She ifl fooling thee ! And she has hair of a golden hue, Take care ! And what she says, it is not true, Beware ! Beware ! Trunt her not, She is fooling thee ! She has a bosom as white as snow, Take care ! She knows how much it is best to show.
Página 371 - And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not love, it profiteth me nothing.
Página 282 - SOMETHING the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn, Something with passion clasp, or perish, And in itself to ashes burn. So to this child my heart is clinging, And its frank eyes, with look intense, Me from a world of sin are bringing Back to a world of innocence. Disdain must thou endure...
Página 137 - ... also when they shall be afraid of that which is high and fears shall be in the way, and the almond tree shall flourish and the grass-hopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail : because man goeth to his long home and the mourners go about the streets...
Página 262 - HAST thou seen that lordly castle, That Castle by the Sea? Golden and red above it The clouds float gorgeously. "And fain it would stoop downward To the mirrored wave below ; And fain it would soar upward In the evening's ciimsoii glow." " Well have I seen that castle, That Castle by the Sea, And the moon above it standing, And the mist rise solemnly.
Página 180 - Our lives are rivers, gliding free To that unfathomed, boundless sea, The silent grave ! Thither all earthly pomp and boast Roll, to be swallowed up and lost In one dark wave. Thither the mighty torrents stray, Thither the brook pursues its way, And tinkling rill. There all are equal ; side by side The poor man and the son of pride Lie calm and still.
Página 440 - Ere long the sun hardly rises above the horizon, or does not rise at all. The moon and the stars shine through the day; only, at noon, they are pale and wan, and in the southern sky a red, fiery glow, as of sunset, burns along the horizon, and then goes out. And pleasantly under the silver moon, and under the...
Página 411 - Such shadows from the summer sun, such odors on the breeze : I threw my mantle on the ground, that I might rest at ease, And stretched upon the greensward lay in the shadow of the trees. There soft reclining in the shade, all cares beside me flung, I heard the soft and mellow notes that through the woodland rung : Ear never listened to a strain, from instrument or tongue, So mellow and harmonious as the songs above me sung.
Página 59 - Ah, to build, to build ! That is the noblest art of all the arts. Painting and sculpture are but images, Are merely shadows cast by outward things On stone or canvas, having in themselves No separate existence. Architecture, Existing in itself, and not in seeming A something it is not, surpasses them As substance shadow.