PoemsEllis & White, 1881 - 294 стор. |
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... mouth to his : No bird that was so still that day Chirps sweeter than his kiss . The flood was creeping round their feet . ' O Janet , come away ! The hall is warm for the marriage - rite , The bed for the birthday . ' ' Nay , but I ...
... mouth to his : No bird that was so still that day Chirps sweeter than his kiss . The flood was creeping round their feet . ' O Janet , come away ! The hall is warm for the marriage - rite , The bed for the birthday . ' ' Nay , but I ...
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... mouth Where he had kissed her name . ' O east , and west , and north , and south , Fair flew my web , for shame , To guide Death's aim ! ' The tints were shredded from his shield Where he had kissed her face . ' Oh , of all gifts that I ...
... mouth Where he had kissed her name . ' O east , and west , and north , and south , Fair flew my web , for shame , To guide Death's aim ! ' The tints were shredded from his shield Where he had kissed her face . ' Oh , of all gifts that I ...
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... mouth to shout In Folly's horny tympanum Such things as make the wise man dumb . Much loved , him Dante loathed . And so , One day when Dante felt perplex'd If any day that could come next Were worth the waiting for or no , And mute 64 ...
... mouth to shout In Folly's horny tympanum Such things as make the wise man dumb . Much loved , him Dante loathed . And so , One day when Dante felt perplex'd If any day that could come next Were worth the waiting for or no , And mute 64 ...
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... mouth indeed Lacks not the gift on flesh to feed ! ' ' Fair host of mine , ' replied the guest , ' So many bones you'd not descry If so it chanced the dog were I . ' * But wherefore should we turn the grout In a drained cup , or be at ...
... mouth indeed Lacks not the gift on flesh to feed ! ' ' Fair host of mine , ' replied the guest , ' So many bones you'd not descry If so it chanced the dog were I . ' * But wherefore should we turn the grout In a drained cup , or be at ...
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... mouth . ' ( 0 Troy's down , Tall Troy's on fire ! ) Venus looked on Helen's gift , ( 0 Troy Town ! ) Looked and smiled with subtle drift , Saw the work of her heart's desire : - ' There thou kneel'st for Love to lift ! ' ( O Troy's down ...
... mouth . ' ( 0 Troy's down , Tall Troy's on fire ! ) Venus looked on Helen's gift , ( 0 Troy Town ! ) Looked and smiled with subtle drift , Saw the work of her heart's desire : - ' There thou kneel'st for Love to lift ! ' ( O Troy's down ...
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Alas the hour Aloyse Amelotte beneath blessed blood breast breath bride brow cheek Dante DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI Dante's dark dead death doth dream earth eyes face fair Father feet flame Florence François Villon gaze God's hair hand hath hear heard heart heart's desire Hell and Heaven hour Jenny John of Tours kiss knee knew lady laughed light Lilith lips Little brother look Lord Sands Love's Mary Mother moon mouth night Nineveh o'er once pale passed pause peace pray prayers rose round secret seemed shadow shame shook sighs silence Sing Eden Bower Sister Helen sleep song soul speak speech spoke sweet Tall Troy's TAYLOR UNIVERSITY tears tell teraphim thee thine thing thou thought to-day to-night told Troy Town Troy's on fire turned Twas unto voice wept wind wings wonder words
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Сторінка 2 - The wonder was not yet quite gone From that still look of hers ; Albeit, to them she left, her day Had counted as ten years.
Сторінка 274 - And where, I pray you, is the Queen Who willed that Buridan should steer Sewed in a sack's mouth down the Seine ? . , But where are the snows of yester-year? White Queen Blanche, like a queen of lilies, With a voice like any mermaiden, — Bertha Broadfoot, Beatrice, Alice, And Ermengarde the lady of Maine, — And that good Joan whom Englishmen At Rouen doomed and burned her there, — Mother of God, where are they then ? . . , But where are the snows of yester-year...
Сторінка 273 - TELL me now in what hidden way is Lady Flora the lovely Roman ? Where's Hipparchia, and where is Thais, Neither of them the fairer woman ? Where is Echo, beheld of no man. Only heard on river and mere,— She whose beauty was more than human?... But where are the snows of yester-year?
Сторінка 17 - Oh his son still cries, if you forgive, Sister Helen, The body dies but the soul shall live.' ' Fire shall forgive me as I forgive, Little brother! ' (O Mother, Mary Mother, As she forgives, between Hell and Heaven!) ' Oh he prays you, as his heart would rive, Sister Helen, To save his dear son's soul alive.
Сторінка 6 - will seek the groves Where the lady Mary is, With her five handmaidens, whose names Are five sweet symphonies, Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen, Margaret and Rosalys.
Сторінка 8 - Why did you melt your waxen man, Sister Helen? To-day is the third since you began.' 'The time was long, yet the time ran, Little brother.' (O Mother, Mary Mother, Three days to-day, between Hell and Heaven!) 'But if you have done your work aright, Sister Helen, You'll let me play, for you said I might.
Сторінка 4 - Her gaze still strove Within the gulf to pierce Its path; and now she spoke as when The stars sang in their spheres. The sun was gone now; the curled moon Was like a little feather Fluttering far down the gulf; and now She spoke through the still weather. Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together.
Сторінка 5 - We two will lie i' the shadow of That living mystic tree. Within whose secret growth the Dove Is sometimes felt to be, While every leaf that His plumes touch Saith His Name audibly.
Сторінка 15 - He sends a ring and a broken coin, Sister Helen, And bids you mind the banks of Boyne.' 'What else he broke will he ever join, Little brother? ' (O Mother, Mary Mother, No, never joined, between Hell and Heaven!) 'He yields you these and craves full fain, Sister Helen, You pardon him in his mortal pain.
Сторінка 20 - Alas! but I fear the heavy sound, Sister Helen; Is it in the sky or in the ground?" "Say, have they turned their horses round, Little brother?" (O Mother, Mary Mother, What would she more, between Hell and Heaven?) "They have raised the old man from his knee, 260 Sister Helen, And they ride in silence hastily.