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Сторінка 2 - So with this Earthly Paradise it is, If ye will read aright, and pardon me, Who strive to build a shadowy isle of bliss Midmost the beating of the steely sea...
Сторінка 1 - 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 take their memory quite away From us poor singers of an empty day.
Сторінка 1 - Or hope again for aught that I can say, The idle singer of an empty day. 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.
Сторінка 291 - O June, that we desired so, Wilt thou not make us happy on this day ? Across the river thy soft breezes blow Sweet with the scent of beanfields far away, Above our heads rustle the aspens grey, Calm is the sky with harmless clouds beset, No thought of storm the morning vexes yet. See, we have left our hopes and fears behind To give our very hearts up unto thee ; What better place than this then could we find By this sweet stream that knows not of the sea, That guesses not the city's misery, This...
Сторінка 1 - 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 82 - The dawn beheld him sunken in his place Upon the floor; and sleeping there he lay, Not heeding aught the little jets of spray The roughened sea brought nigh, across him cast, For as one dead all thought from him had passed. Yet long before the sun had showed his head, Long ere the varied hangings on the wall Had gained once more their blue and green and red, He rose as one some well-known sign doth call When war upon the city's gates doth fall, And scarce like one fresh risen out of sleep, He 'gan...
Сторінка 84 - For now, beheld of all, Milanion Stands on the spot he twice has looked upon. But yet — what change is this that holds the maid ? Does she indeed see in his glittering eye More than disdain of the sharp shearing blade, 10 Some happy hope of help and victory?
Сторінка 79 - Have hung them there within the goddess' sight, And in return have taken at her. hands The living treasures of the Grecian lands. And thither now has come Milanion, And showed unto the priests...
Сторінка 76 - Looked down upon the murmur royally, But then came trembling that the time was nigh When he midst pitying looks his love must claim, And jeering voices must salute his name. But as the throng he pierced to gain the throne...
Сторінка 72 - Too fair for one to look on and be glad, Who scarcely yet has thirty summers had. If he must still behold her from afar ; Too fair to let the world live free from war.

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