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... WELLINGTON'S FUNERAL . AN OLD SONG ENDED WORLD'S WORTH ASPECTA MEDUSA THE BRIDE'S PRELUDE 25 34 45 51 77 82 92 95 103 • 115 133 138 142 • 144 170 180 184 185 • 187 188 LYRICS . PAGE LOVE - LILY FIRST LOVE REMEMBERED PLIGHTED.
... WELLINGTON'S FUNERAL . AN OLD SONG ENDED WORLD'S WORTH ASPECTA MEDUSA THE BRIDE'S PRELUDE 25 34 45 51 77 82 92 95 103 • 115 133 138 142 • 144 170 180 184 185 • 187 188 LYRICS . PAGE LOVE - LILY FIRST LOVE REMEMBERED PLIGHTED.
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... SONG OF THE BOWER 245 PENUMBRA 247 A NEW - YEAR'S BURDEN 249 EVEN SO . 250 THE WOODSPURGE • • 251 THE HONEYSUCKLE A YOUNG FIR - WOOD 252 253 THE SEA - LIMITS 254 SONNETS . FOR ' OUR LADY OF THE ROCKS ' BY LEONARDO DA VINCI . . FOR A ...
... SONG OF THE BOWER 245 PENUMBRA 247 A NEW - YEAR'S BURDEN 249 EVEN SO . 250 THE WOODSPURGE • • 251 THE HONEYSUCKLE A YOUNG FIR - WOOD 252 253 THE SEA - LIMITS 254 SONNETS . FOR ' OUR LADY OF THE ROCKS ' BY LEONARDO DA VINCI . . FOR A ...
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... ( OLD FRENCH ) BEAUTY ( SAPPHO ) · YOUTH AND LORDSHIP ( ITALIAN STREET - SONG ) THE LEAF ( LEOPARDI ) FRANCESCA DA RIMINI ( DANTE ) 279 281 282 • 284 286 288 • 289 292 293 POEMS . B THE BLESSED DAMOZEL . THE blessed damozel CONTENTS . xi.
... ( OLD FRENCH ) BEAUTY ( SAPPHO ) · YOUTH AND LORDSHIP ( ITALIAN STREET - SONG ) THE LEAF ( LEOPARDI ) FRANCESCA DA RIMINI ( DANTE ) 279 281 282 • 284 286 288 • 289 292 293 POEMS . B THE BLESSED DAMOZEL . THE blessed damozel CONTENTS . xi.
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... SONG OF THE BOWER PENUMBRA A NEW - YEAR'S BURDEN EVEN SO THE WOODSPURGE THE HONEYSUCKLE . A YOUNG FIR - WOOD THE SEA - LIMITS SONNETS . FOR ' OUR LADY OF THE ROCKS ' BY LEONARDO DA VINCI . • 259 FOR A VENETIAN PASTORAL BY GIORGIONE 260 ...
... SONG OF THE BOWER PENUMBRA A NEW - YEAR'S BURDEN EVEN SO THE WOODSPURGE THE HONEYSUCKLE . A YOUNG FIR - WOOD THE SEA - LIMITS SONNETS . FOR ' OUR LADY OF THE ROCKS ' BY LEONARDO DA VINCI . • 259 FOR A VENETIAN PASTORAL BY GIORGIONE 260 ...
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... song , Strove not her accents there , Fain to be hearkened ? When those bells Possessed the mid - day air , Strove not her steps to reach my side Down all the echoing stair ? ) ' I wish that he were come to me , For he will come , ' she ...
... song , Strove not her accents there , Fain to be hearkened ? When those bells Possessed the mid - day air , Strove not her steps to reach my side Down all the echoing stair ? ) ' I wish that he were come to me , For he will come , ' she ...
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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.