The Earthly Paradise: A Poem, Випуск 59Ellis & White, 1869 |
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Adrastus ancient arms bear behold bliss bright brought cast changed cried dead death deemed door dread dream drew E'en earth eyes face fair fall father fear feet fell folk forget fresh gain gazed gifts give glad gods gold golden gone green grew grey hall hand happy hast head hear heard heart hope King knew laid land leave light live look lord maid meet midst morn move nigh night nought o'er once pain passed past Queen rest rose round scarce seemed shalt shame side sight sleep smile soon stand stood strange sweet tale tell thee therewithal thine things thou thought told took trees trembling turned unto voice wall wandering weary wind wood
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Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 131 - ... had given That gift to her, to make of earth a heaven. Then from the course with eager steps she ran, And in her odorous bosom laid the gold. But when she turned again, the great-limbed man, Now well ahead she failed not to behold, And mindful of her glory waxing cold, Sprang up and followed him in hot pursuit, Though with one hand she touched the golden fruit.
Сторінка 112 - Then high rose up the gleaming deadly blade. Bared of its flowers, and through the crowded place Was silence now, and midst of it the maid Went by the poor wretch at a gentle pace, And he to hers upturned his sad white face ; Nor did his eyes behold another sight Ere on his soul there fell eternal night.
Сторінка 454 - June, O June, that we desired so, Wilt thou not make us happy on this day? Across the river thy soft breezes blow Sweet with the scent of beanfields far away. Above our heads rustle the aspens grey. Calm is the sky with harmless clouds beset. No thought of storm the morning vexes yet. See, we have left our hopes and fears behind To give our very hearts up unto thee; What better place than this then could we find By this sweet stream that knows not of the sea, That guesses not the city's misery, This...
Сторінка 126 - And nought the doubled stillness of the fane When they were gone and all was hushed again. But when the waves had touched the marble base, And steps the fish swim over twice a-day, The dawn beheld him sunken in his place Upon the floor; and sleeping there he lay, Not heeding aught the little jets of spray The roughened sea brought nigh, across him cast, For as one dead all thought from him had passed. Yet long before the sun had showed his head, Long ere the varied hangings on the wall Had gained...
Сторінка 107 - Amphidamas, who, outrunning her with the help of Venus, gained the virgin and wedded her. THROUGH thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts up, on a fresh spring day ; But since his horn-tipped bow but seldom bent, Now at the noontide...
Сторінка 117 - Looked down upon the murmur royally, But then came trembling that the time was nigh When he midst pitying looks his love must claim, And jeering voices must salute his name. But as the throng he pierced to gain the throne...
Сторінка 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 arow, While still, unheard, but in its wonted way, Piped the drear wind of that December day.