The Earthly Paradise, Parte1Kelmscott Press, 1896 A series of 24 tales, 2 for each month of the year; 12 from classical sources; the other 12 from medieval Latin, French and Icelandic originals. |
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Términos y frases comunes
Acrisius adown ancient anigh Argos arms art thou aught beast behold Betwixt bliss bright brought cast Cepheus Charles of Blois clad cried Danaë dead death deemed dost drave dread dream drew dwell E'en enow eyes face fain fair fair lord fear feast feet fell fellows folk gardens green gate gazed glad gods gold golden green grew grey hall hand happy happy days hast head heard heart hope Jovinian King knew land little hour live look lord maid midst mighty misery morn neath nigh night Norway nought o'er pain passed Perseus Phineus Polydectes raiment round scarce seemed Seneschal Seriphos shame shore shout slay smile stood strange sweet sword tale tell thee Therewith thine things thou art thought told trees trembling turned twixt unto wind withal wood words wretched
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Página 3 - Forget six counties overhung with smoke, Forget the snorting steam and piston stroke, Forget the spreading of the hideous town ; Think rather of the pack-horse on the down, And dream of London, small, and white, and clean, The clear Thames bordered by its gardens green...
Página 2 - Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, Why should I strive to set the crooked straight? Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme Beats with light wing against the ivory gate, Telling a tale not too importunate To those who in the sleepy region stay, Lulled by the singer of an empty day.
Página 2 - Folk say, a wizard to a northern king At Christmas-tide such wondrous things did show, That through one window men beheld the spring, And through another saw the summer glow, And through a third the fruited vines a-row, While still, unheard, but in its wonted way, Piped the drear wind of that December day.
Página 1 - Of Heaven or hell I have no power to sing; I cannot ease the burden of your fears, Or make quick-coming death a little thing, Or bring again the pleasure of past years, Nor for my words shall ye forget your tears, Or hope again for aught that I can say, The idle singer of an empty day.
Página 107 - Hearkening the echoes of his lone voice cling About the cliffs and through the beech-trees ring. But when they ended, still awhile he stood, And but the sweet familiar thrush could hear, And all the day-long noises of the wood, 10 And o'er the dry leaves of the vanished year His hounds...
Página 2 - Who strive to build a shadowy isle of bliss Midmost the beating of the steely sea, Where tossed about all hearts of men must be; Whose ravening monsters mighty men shall slay, Not the poor singer of an empty day.
Página 3 - ... bordered by its gardens green; Think, that below bridge the green lapping waves Smite some few keels that bear Levantine staves, Cut from the yew wood on the burnt-up hill, And pointed jars that Greek hands toiled to fill, And treasured scanty spice from some far sea, Florence gold cloth, and Ypres napery, And cloth of Bruges, and hogsheads of Guienne; While nigh the thronged wharf Geoffrey Chaucer's pen Moves over bills of lading — mid such times Shall dwell the hollow puppets of my rhymes.
Página 133 - And scatter incense to appease the ghosts Of those who died here by their own award. Bring forth the image of the mighty Lord, And her who unseen o'er the runners hung, And did a deed for ever to be sung. Here are the gathered folk; make no delay: Open King Schoeneus...
Página 130 - E'en if to death he bows a willing head; So rather looks a god well pleased to find Some earthly damsel fashioned to his mind. Why must she drop her lids before his gaze, And even as she casts adown her eyes Redden to note his eager glance of praise, And wish that she were clad in other guise...