Heroines of the PoetsD. Lothrop, 1886 - 182 стор. |
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... more's the pity . ' But men , and still less women , happily , ' Ah , Scarce need be poets . Keep to the green wreath . Since even dreaming of the stone and bronze Brings headaches , pretty cousin , and defiles The clean 20 AURORA LEIGH .
... more's the pity . ' But men , and still less women , happily , ' Ah , Scarce need be poets . Keep to the green wreath . Since even dreaming of the stone and bronze Brings headaches , pretty cousin , and defiles The clean 20 AURORA LEIGH .
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... less God's glory ) as we sew ourselves Upon the velvet of those baldaquins Held ' twixt us and the sun . That book of yours , I have not read a page of ; but I toss A rose up it falls calyx down , you see ! And chances are that , being ...
... less God's glory ) as we sew ourselves Upon the velvet of those baldaquins Held ' twixt us and the sun . That book of yours , I have not read a page of ; but I toss A rose up it falls calyx down , you see ! And chances are that , being ...
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... less so . If your sex is weak for art , ( And I who said so , did but honour you By using truth in courtship ) it is strong For life and duty . In mine , and let us Place your fecund heart blossom for the world of time . That wants ...
... less so . If your sex is weak for art , ( And I who said so , did but honour you By using truth in courtship ) it is strong For life and duty . In mine , and let us Place your fecund heart blossom for the world of time . That wants ...
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... less Aurora . Ah my sweet , come down , And hand in hand we'll go where yours shall touch These victims , one by one ! till one by one , The formless , nameless trunk of every man Shall seem to wear a head with hair you know . And every ...
... less Aurora . Ah my sweet , come down , And hand in hand we'll go where yours shall touch These victims , one by one ! till one by one , The formless , nameless trunk of every man Shall seem to wear a head with hair you know . And every ...
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... less known and left alone ; Perhaps a better woman after all , With chubby children hanging on my neck To keep me low and wise . Ah me , the vines That bear such fruit , are proud to stoop with it . The palm stands upright in a realm of ...
... less known and left alone ; Perhaps a better woman after all , With chubby children hanging on my neck To keep me low and wise . Ah me , the vines That bear such fruit , are proud to stoop with it . The palm stands upright in a realm of ...
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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!