The Book of ElegiesJames Baldwin Silver, Burdett & Company, 1893 - 304 sider |
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... cold ; She whispers in his ears a heavy tale , As if they heard the woeful words she told . " Shakespeare , Venus and Adonis . The Adonis of the Norse mythology is called Balder , and he is the type of the good , the true , and the ...
... cold ; She whispers in his ears a heavy tale , As if they heard the woeful words she told . " Shakespeare , Venus and Adonis . The Adonis of the Norse mythology is called Balder , and he is the type of the good , the true , and the ...
Side 34
... Cold hemlock , yew ? the mandrake or the boc ? These may grow still ; but what can spring beside ? Did not the whole earth sicken when she died ? As if there since did fall one drop of dew , But what was wept for her ! or any stalk Did ...
... Cold hemlock , yew ? the mandrake or the boc ? These may grow still ; but what can spring beside ? Did not the whole earth sicken when she died ? As if there since did fall one drop of dew , But what was wept for her ! or any stalk Did ...
Side 55
... cold deare earth himselfe did throw ; And 39 whiles the captive heard his nets did rend , And , having none 40 to let , to wood did wend . 100 IIO 120 130 140 41 Ah ! where were ye this while ON THE DEATH OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . 55.
... cold deare earth himselfe did throw ; And 39 whiles the captive heard his nets did rend , And , having none 40 to let , to wood did wend . 100 IIO 120 130 140 41 Ah ! where were ye this while ON THE DEATH OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . 55.
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... cold ear of Death ? 12 . Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid 22 Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands , that the rod of empire might have sway'd , Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre : 13 . But Knowledge to their eyes ...
... cold ear of Death ? 12 . Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid 22 Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands , that the rod of empire might have sway'd , Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre : 13 . But Knowledge to their eyes ...
Side 111
... cold is fire yreken . " And Tennyson in Maud , i . 22 : — " She is coming , my own , my sweet , Were it ever so weary a tread My heart would hear her and beat , Were it earth in an earthy bed ; My dust would hear her and beat , Had I ...
... cold is fire yreken . " And Tennyson in Maud , i . 22 : — " She is coming , my own , my sweet , Were it ever so weary a tread My heart would hear her and beat , Were it earth in an earthy bed ; My dust would hear her and beat , Had I ...
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Aphrodite Arethusa Astrophel beauty blood breast breath calm cold Compare with Lycidas Cytherea Daphnis dark dead death deep doth dream dust earth Eclogue Elegy eternal eyes faded Faerie Queene fair faith fancy flowers grave grief hath hear heart heaven hills hour John Keats Keats kiss Lament for Adonis Lament for Bion leave light living Lycidas Lycon memory Milton mind morning Moschus mountains mourn mourns for Adonais Muses never night Nymphs o'er Paradise Lost pastoral Persephone poem poet poetry Ring rose round shadow Shelley Shelley's Shepheards Shepheards Calender shepherd's lay shore sing sleep smile song Sonnet Sonnet 61 sorrow soul Spenser spirit spring STANZA star sweet tears thee Theocritus thine things Thomas Chatterton thou art thought thro tomb unto Urania voice wail weep wild winds wings woods words ye Muses dear ye Sicilian Muses
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Side 295 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
Side 193 - Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Side 294 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Side 275 - And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state...
Side 283 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Side 84 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Side 280 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Side 97 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 128 - Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be!
Side 33 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath...