Morbida, or, Passion past, and other poems, from the Cymric and other sourcesSaunders and Otley, 1854 - 168 стор. |
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amaranth angel aught BARRETT BROWNING bear Beatrice beauty behold blood borne bower breast breathe bright burning Cæsar chrysolite constellated Cymric dark dawn death deep deep heart divine dream dwell earth Eidolon eternal eyes face fair fairer fairest Fare thee fate fire flowers gaze GEORGE SAND gleams gloom glorious glow golden grave Greece Guarine HANOVER SQUARE happy haunted hear heard heart heavenly heraldry heroic hills hope hour immortal Imogen ISAAC TAYLOR Italy known Unknown lady land light lips loftier lone look love thee martyr Medea midnight mind moonlight morning mountains night o'er once OTLEY pale passion passionate eyes rise Roman rose salad days seek sighs sleep soaring soft sought soul spell starry stars strain strife sweet Sweet day sweeter sword tears thine things thou art thought of thee throbbing true Twas voice walk weary wild words καὶ
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Сторінка 62 - And from that hour did I with earnest thought Heap knowledge from forbidden mines of lore, Yet nothing that my tyrants knew or taught I cared to learn, but from that secret store Wrought linked armour for my soul, before It might walk forth to war among mankind...
Сторінка 38 - Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of...
Сторінка 152 - The mountains look on Marathon And Marathon looks on the sea; And musing there an hour alone, I dream'd that Greece might still be free; For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.
Сторінка 81 - Tis she ; — but why that bleeding bosom gor'd, Why dimly gleams the visionary sword ! Oh, ever beauteous, ever friendly ! tell, Is it, in heaven, a crime to love too well ? To bear too tender or too firm a heart, To act a lover's or a Roman's part ? Is there no bright reversion in the sky, For those who greatly think, or bravely die...
Сторінка 69 - I, because we were so occupied in other matters, that we had no time to examine them how they agreed with the word of God: What, said he, surely you mistook the matter, you will refer yourselves wholly to us therein? No, by the faith I bear to God...
Сторінка 96 - It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion, and all made of wishes ; All adoration, duty, and observance ; All humbleness, all patience, and impatience ; All purity, all trial, all observance ; — And so am I for Phebe.
Сторінка 134 - Therefore rejoice ye heavens, and ye that dwell in them. Woe to the Inhabiters of the earth and of the sea! for the devil is come down unto you, having great wrath, because he knoweth that he hath but a short time.
Сторінка 149 - Thine eyes shall see the king in his beauty: they shall behold the land that is very far off.
Сторінка 52 - Roused by the shock, he started from his trance — The cold white light of morning, the blue moon Low in the west, the clear and garish hills, The distinct valley and the vacant woods, Spread round where he stood. — Whither have fled The hues of heaven that canopied his bower Of yesternight...