The Earthy Paradise: A Poem, Том 2Roberts brothers, 1871 |
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Admetus adown Alcestis amid anigh awhile Bathstead behold belike bliss Bodli bright brought cast cried Cupid and Psyche dead death deemed door dream drew e'en earth Earthly Paradise enow erst eyes F. C. BURNAND face fair fear feet fell gazed gone goodwife gray grew grown Gudrun hall hand hast heard heart heart afire Herdholt hope Iceland Kiartan king kiss knew land lips look maid midst misery Morris naught neath nigh night Norway o'er Ogier the Dane Olaf once Ospak Oswif pain passed perchance poem poet Pygmalion Refna Rhodope round scarce seemed shame smile soul spake stood story strange strive sweet sword tale tears tell thee therewith thine things thou art thought trembling turned twixt unto weary wend WILLIAM MORRIS wind wise withal wonder word
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Сторінка 29 - FORGET six counties overhung with smoke, Forget the snorting steam and piston stroke, Forget the spreading of the hideous town; Think rather of the pack-horse on the down, And dream of London, small, and white, and clean, The clear Thames bordered by its gardens green...
Сторінка 19 - Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, Why should I strive to set the crooked straight ? Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme Beats with light wing against the ivory gate. Telling a tale not too importunate To those who in the sleepy region stay, Lulled by the singer of an empty day.
Сторінка 19 - Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing, I cannot ease the burden of your fears, Or make quick-coming death a little thing, Or bring again the pleasure of past years, Nor for my words shall ye forget your tears, Or hope again for aught that I can say, The idle singer of an empty day.
Сторінка 10 - But rather, when aweary of your mirth, From full hearts still unsatisfied ye sigh, And, feeling kindly unto all the earth, Grudge every minute as it passes by, Made the more mindful that the sweet days die, — Remember me a little then, I pray, The idle singer of an empty day. The heavy trouble, the bewildering care That weighs us down who live and earn our bread, These idle verses have no power to bear; So let me sing of names remembered, Because they, living not, can ne'er be dead, Or long time...
Сторінка 18 - Folk say, a wizard to a northern king At Christmas-tide such wondrous things did show, That through one window men beheld the spring, And through another saw the summer glow, And through a third the fruited vines a-row, While still, unheard, but in its wonted way, Piped the drear wind of that December day.
Сторінка 118 - Come down, O love; may not our hands still meet, Since still we live to-day, forgetting June, Forgetting May, deeming October sweet O hearken, hearken! through the afternoon, The grey tower sings a strange old tinkling tune! Sweet, sweet, and sad, the toiling year's last breath, Too satiate of life to strive with death.
Сторінка 25 - How many ladies lie in wait to save My life from toil and carefulness, and think How sweet a cup I have been used to drink, And how I cast it to the ground for thee. Upon the day thou weariest of me, I wish that thou mayst somewhat think of this, And 'twixt thy new-found kisses, and the bliss Of something sweeter than thine old delight, Remember thee a little of this night Of marvels, and this starlit, silent place, And these two lovers standing face to face.
Сторінка 199 - Look out upon the real world, where the moon, Half-way 'twixt root and crown of these high trees, Turns the dead midnight into dreamy noon, Silent and full of wonders, for the breeze Died at the sunset, and no images, No hopes of day, are left in sky or earth — Is it not fair, and of most wondrous worth ? Yea, I have looked, and seen November there ; The changeless seal of change it seemed to be, Fair death of things that, living once, were fair; Bright sign of loneliness too great for me...
Сторінка 5 - twixt the flowery hedges sweet He heard the hook smite down the wheat, And murmur of the unseen folk; But when he reached the stream that broke The golden plain, but leisurely He passed the bridge, for he could see The masters of that ripening realm, Cast down beneath an ancient elm Upon a little strip of grass, From hand to hand the pitcher pass, While on the turf beside them lay The ashen-handled sickles...
Сторінка 65 - Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor. " In an ox-stall this night we saw The snow in the street and the wind on the door. A babe and a maid without a flaw, Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor. " There was an old man there beside, The snoyj in the street and the wind on the door.