Poems: Early poems, narrative poems, and sonnetsMacmillan and Company, 1877 |
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Æsir answer'd arms art thou Asgard Balder back Baltic Sea blood blow Brandan Breidablik bright Brittany brow call'd canst Children dear cold crown'd dark dawn dead death deep dost doth dream Dunmail Raise earth eyes fame father Fausta Fensalir fierce Frigga gazed gloom Gods golden grave green grief Gudurz hall hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven Hela Hela's realm Hermod Hoder horse Iseult King light live Loki lonely look'd Midgard mother mourn Nanna Neckan Niflheim night Niord o'er Odin Odin's Oxus pain pale pass'd Persian replied rode round Ruksh Rustum sails Saint sand sate Seistan shalt shines side sings sits sleep Sleipner smiled Sohrab soul spake spear spoke stars stood stream sweet Tartar tears tents thee thine thou art thou hast to-day Tristram turn'd Valhalla voice waves weep wind youth
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Сторінка 240 - 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, Where the sea-beasts, ranged all round, Feed in the ooze of their pasture-ground; 40 Where the sea-snakes coil and twine, Dry their mail and bask in the brine; Where great whales come sailing by, Sail and sail, with unshut eye, Round the world for ever and aye?
Сторінка 243 - Lights shine in the town. She will start from her slumber When gusts shake the door; She will hear the winds howling, Will hear the waves roar. We shall see, while above us The waves roar and whirl, A ceiling of amber, A pavement of pearl. Singing : ' Here came a mortal, But faithless was she ! And alone dwell for ever The kings of the sea.
Сторінка 241 - For the priest, and the bell, and the holy well; For the wheel where I spun, And the blessed light of the sun!
Сторінка 238 - THE FORSAKEN MERMAN COME, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great winds shoreward blow, Now the salt tides seaward flow; Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away ! This way, this way I Call her once before you go. — Call once yet! In a voice that she will know: "Margaret! Margaret!
Сторінка 257 - August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green, And the pale weaver, through his windows seen In Spitalfields, look'd thrice dispirited. I met a preacher there I knew, and said : '111 and o'erwork'd, how fare you in this scene?' — ' Bravely ! ' said he ; ' for I of late have been Much cheer'd with thoughts of Christ, the living bread.
Сторінка 79 - Yet, Fausta, the mute turf we tread, The solemn hills around us spread, This stream which falls incessantly, The strange-scrawl'd rocks, the lonely sky, If I might lend their life a voice, Seem to bear rather than rejoice. And even could the intemperate prayer Man iterates, while these forbear, For movement, for an ampler sphere, Pierce Fate's impenetrable ear ; , Not milder is the general lot Because our spirits have forgot, In action's dizzying eddy whirl'd,' The something that infects the world.
Сторінка 96 - As some rich woman, on a winter's morn, Eyes through her silken curtains the poor drudge Who with numb blacken'd fingers makes her fire — At cock-crow, on a starlit winter's morn, When the frost flowers the...
Сторінка 109 - But a dark rumour will be bruited up, From tribe to tribe, until it reach her ear; And then will that defenceless woman learn That Sohrab will rejoice her sight no more, But that in battle with a nameless foe, By the far-distant Oxus, he is slain.
Сторінка 116 - Is this, then, Ruksh? How often, in past days, My mother told me of thee, thou brave steed, My terrible father's terrible horse! and said, That I should one day find thy lord and thee.
Сторінка 91 - The Tartar challenge, and this young man's name ; Haply he will forget his wrath, and fight. Stand forth the while, and take their challenge up." So spake he ; and Ferood stood forth and cried, — " Old man, be it agreed as thou hast said ! Let Sohrab arm, and we will find a man.