Heroines of the PoetsD. Lothrop, 1886 - 182 стор. |
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... leaves ? Such leaves ! what leaves ? To choose from . I pulled the branches down , ' Not the bay ! I choose no bay ; The fates deny us if we are overbold : Nor myrtle - which means chiefly love ; and love Is something awful which one ...
... leaves ? Such leaves ! what leaves ? To choose from . I pulled the branches down , ' Not the bay ! I choose no bay ; The fates deny us if we are overbold : Nor myrtle - which means chiefly love ; and love Is something awful which one ...
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... leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath . Large leaves , smooth leaves , Serrated like my vines , and half as green . I like such ivy ; bold to leap a height ' Twas strong to climb ! as good to grow on graves As twist about a thyrsus ...
... leaf will grow But thinking of a wreath . Large leaves , smooth leaves , Serrated like my vines , and half as green . I like such ivy ; bold to leap a height ' Twas strong to climb ! as good to grow on graves As twist about a thyrsus ...
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... leaves to bind about an aching brow , And , never much away , the nightingale . Sing them a strophe , with the turn - again , Down to the verse that ends all , proverb - like , And save us , thou Balaustion , bless the name ! ” But I ...
... leaves to bind about an aching brow , And , never much away , the nightingale . Sing them a strophe , with the turn - again , Down to the verse that ends all , proverb - like , And save us , thou Balaustion , bless the name ! ” But I ...
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... The scorn that crazed his brain ; - And that she nursed him in a cave ; And how his madness went away , When on the yellow forest - leaves A dying man he lay ; — His dying words - but when I reached That tenderest LOVE . 95.
... The scorn that crazed his brain ; - And that she nursed him in a cave ; And how his madness went away , When on the yellow forest - leaves A dying man he lay ; — His dying words - but when I reached That tenderest LOVE . 95.
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... leaves combined To fence each crevice from the wind . The lighter pine - trees , over - head , Their slender length for rafters spread , And wither'd heath and rushes dry Supplied a russet canopy . Due westward , fronting to the green ...
... leaves combined To fence each crevice from the wind . The lighter pine - trees , over - head , Their slender length for rafters spread , And wither'd heath and rushes dry Supplied a russet canopy . Due westward , fronting to the green ...
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Agnes arms Athens Aurora AURORA LEIGH Balaustion Beadsman breath bright Burgundy Cordelia Corinna Corn Cornwall Crete cried curse dame daughter dear door doth dream Earl ellés Enid Euripides Exeunt eyes face fair father France gazed Genevieve Geraint Gloster grace green Grisild hall hand hath heard heart heaven Herakles Kameiros Kaunos Kent lady Lear LENOX AND TILDEN light look lord lordés Madeline maid maiden marquis moon morn Naiad ne'er never night noble o'er pale passion pity poor pooré Porphyro pray pride PUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR Regan rich rose Salamis Save scarce seem'd shallop shouldé show'd silent sister smile snood song soul sparrow-hawk speak stept stood stranger thee there's thine thou art thought Thy wheel TILDEN FOUNDATIONS told turn unto weep white-thorn wife wild wheel wings woman wouldé Yniol YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Сторінка 92 - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve.
Сторінка 136 - Tell me, my daughters (Since now we will divest us both of rule, Interest of territory, cares of state), Which of you shall we say doth love us most? That we our largest bounty may extend Where nature doth with merit challenge.
Сторінка 121 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Сторінка 150 - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's.
Сторінка 84 - But his sagacious eye an inmate owns: By one, and one, the bolts full easy slide: — The chains lie silent on the footworn stones ; The key turns, and the door upon its hinges groans. XLII And they are gone : ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm.
Сторінка 75 - He had a fever late, and in the fit 'He cursed thee and thine, both house and land: 'Then there's that old Lord Maurice, not a whit 'More tame for his gray hairs — Alas me! flit! 'Flit like a ghost away.
Сторінка 75 - And be liege-lord of all the Elves and Fays, To venture so: it fills me with amaze To see thee, Porphyro ! — St. Agnes' Eve ! God's help! my lady fair the conjuror plays This very night: good angels her deceive! But let me laugh awhile, — I've mickle time to grieve.
Сторінка 128 - Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some orient pearls unwept; Come and receive them while the light Hangs on the dew-locks of the night: And Titan on the eastern hill Retires himself, or else stands still Till you come forth.
Сторінка 65 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasped her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and locked embrace Our parting was fu...
Сторінка 94 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve ; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long!