Ballads and romancesWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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1st Ath 2d Ath Admetus Adonis Æneid ÆSCHYLUS Alhama arms AVIENUS beauty behold beneath born bosom bright brothers CÆDMON Catullus Clotaldo dark dead dear death dost doth dream dwell earth eyes fair fate Faust fear flowers Frithiof's Saga gaze gentle GEORGE BORROW Gods gold golden grave green grief GUILLAUME DE POITIERS Hakon hand hath hear heart heaven holy Hurrah JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN JOHN BOWRING Jutt Kalevala King kiss Lady Langben light lips Lord Love's maid maiden Meph mighty Mireio Mordomo mother mountain ne'er Neimar never night o'er poems poet Rose round shalt Sigismund sing sleep song Sorrow soul sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art Thou gay-plumed bird thou hast Thyra TORU DUTT translation unto Vidrik Verlandson voice Vukashin waves weep wife wild wings wonder young youth
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Сторінка 43 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee : All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough, Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently enjoy, Nor does thy luxury destroy.
Сторінка 301 - Ah Love ? could thou and I with Fate conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits— and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire.
Сторінка 301 - Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose ! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows...
Сторінка 45 - The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again. The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair. The sea itself, which one would think Should have but little need of drink, Drinks twice ten thousand rivers up, So fill'd that they o'erflow the cup. The busy sun (and one would guess...
Сторінка xvii - Milton was the poetical son of Spenser, and Mr. Waller of Fairfax, for we have our lineal descents and clans as well as other families. Spenser more than once insinuates that the soul of Chaucer was transfused into his body, and that he was begotten by him two hundred years after his decease.
Сторінка xvi - How long may it be before this misconception passes away, and it becomes universally acknowledged that the...
Сторінка 258 - The cloud doth gather, the greenwood roar, The damsel paces along the shore ; The billows they tumble with might, with might; And she flings out her voice to the darksome night ; Her bosom is swelling with sorrow ; The world it is empty, the heart will die, There's nothing to wish for beneath the sky : Thou Holy One, call thy child away ! I've lived and loved, and that was to-day — Make ready my grave-clothes to-morrow.* * I found it not in my power...
Сторінка 181 - Large, large affliction unto me and mine it is That one of his majestic bearing, his fair stately form, Should thus be tortured and o'erborne; that this unsparing storm Should wreak its wrath on head like his ! That his great hand, so oft the avenger of the oppressed, Should this chill churlish...
Сторінка 71 - WHEN winds that move not its calm surface sweep The azure sea, I love the land no more; The smiles of the serene and tranquil deep Tempt my unquiet mind. — But when the roar Of ocean's gray abyss resounds, and foam Gathers upon the sea, and vast waves burst...
Сторінка 112 - Alhama's city fell; In the fire the scroll he threw, And the messenger he slew. Woe is me, Alhama ! " He quits his mule, and mounts his horse, And through the street directs his course / Through the street of Zacatin To the Alhambra spurring in. Woe is me, Alhama...