The Book of ElegiesJames Baldwin Silver, Burdett & Company, 1893 - 304 sider |
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Side 8
... sweet tunes upon his pipe . " Ah , friend , " said Thyrsis , " thou dost in truth play well upon that reed : next to Pan thou shouldst have the prize . If he take the horned he - goat , then the she - goat shall be thine ; but if he ...
... sweet tunes upon his pipe . " Ah , friend , " said Thyrsis , " thou dost in truth play well upon that reed : next to Pan thou shouldst have the prize . If he take the horned he - goat , then the she - goat shall be thine ; but if he ...
Side 10
... sweet 10 Cypris , queen of love , and a smile was on her face though wrath was in her heart ; and to the sad shepherd thus she spake : " Daphnis , I did hear thy boast that thou wouldst 11 bend Love to a fall ! Hast not thou thine own ...
... sweet 10 Cypris , queen of love , and a smile was on her face though wrath was in her heart ; and to the sad shepherd thus she spake : " Daphnis , I did hear thy boast that thou wouldst 11 bend Love to a fall ! Hast not thou thine own ...
Side 11
... sweet hum of the bees is heard at the hives ! Begin , ye Muses dear , begin the shepherd's lay ! " Thy loved 13 Adonis , too , is still in the bloom of youth , for he tends the sheep and kills the hares , and hunts wild beasts in the ...
... sweet hum of the bees is heard at the hives ! Begin , ye Muses dear , begin the shepherd's lay ! " Thy loved 13 Adonis , too , is still in the bloom of youth , for he tends the sheep and kills the hares , and hunts wild beasts in the ...
Side 12
... sweet to taste and smell from the wax - stopped joints ; take it , 10 it will fit thy lips well ! For , in truth , I am at last 21 dragged by Love to the dark land of Hades . 20 30 Now cease , ye Muses dear , now cease the shepherd's ...
... sweet to taste and smell from the wax - stopped joints ; take it , 10 it will fit thy lips well ! For , in truth , I am at last 21 dragged by Love to the dark land of Hades . 20 30 Now cease , ye Muses dear , now cease the shepherd's ...
Side 13
... sweet than this will sing 25 in the days to come ! NOTES . THE AUTHOR . " Theocritus , the Bucolic poet , was a Syracusan by extraction , and the son of Simichidas , as he says himself , ' Simichidas , pray whither through the noon dost ...
... sweet than this will sing 25 in the days to come ! NOTES . THE AUTHOR . " Theocritus , the Bucolic poet , was a Syracusan by extraction , and the son of Simichidas , as he says himself , ' Simichidas , pray whither through the noon dost ...
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Aphrodite Arethusa Astrophel beauty begin the dirge begin the shepherd's blood breast breath Compare with Lycidas Cytherea Daphnis dark dead death doth dream earth Eclogue Elegy eternal Euphuism eyes faded Faerie Queene fair faith flowers grave grief hath hear heart heaven hills Idyl John Keats Keats kiss Lament for Adonis Lament for Bion light living Lycidas Lycon Milton mind morning Moschus mountains mourn mourn for Adonis night Nymphs o'er Paradise Lost pastoral Persephone Phædo poem poet poetry Priapus Ring rose round shadow Shakespeare Shelley Shelley's Shepheards Calender shepherd's lay shore Sicily sing Sir Philip Sidney sleep song Sonnet soul Spenser spirit spring STANZA star stream sweet tears thee Theocritus thine things thou art thought thro Thyrsis tomb unto Urania Venus voice wail weep wild winds 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 129 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
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 133 - The One remains, the many change and pass ; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly ; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
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 239 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Side 84 - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the Shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.