Andromeda: And Other PoemsJ. W. Parker and son, 1858 - 169 sider This is a pre-1923 historical reproduction that was curated for quality. Quality assurance was conducted on each of these books in an attempt to remove books with imperfections introduced by the digitization process. Though we have made best efforts - the books may have occasional errors that do not impede the reading experience. We believe this work is culturally important and have elected to bring the book back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. |
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... the ankle her tresses Rolled , blue - black as the night , ambrosial , joy to be- holders . Awful and fair she arose , most like in her coming to Hebe , Queen before whom the Immortals arise , as she comes 4 ANDROMEDA .
... the ankle her tresses Rolled , blue - black as the night , ambrosial , joy to be- holders . Awful and fair she arose , most like in her coming to Hebe , Queen before whom the Immortals arise , as she comes 4 ANDROMEDA .
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And Other Poems Charles Kingsley. Queen before whom the Immortals arise , as she comes on Olympus , Out of the chamber of gold , which her son Hephæstos has wrought her . Such in her stature and eyes , and the broad white light of her ...
And Other Poems Charles Kingsley. Queen before whom the Immortals arise , as she comes on Olympus , Out of the chamber of gold , which her son Hephæstos has wrought her . Such in her stature and eyes , and the broad white light of her ...
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... revenge of the sea- gods . 300 Yonder it comes ! Ah go ! Let me perish unseen , if I perish ! Spare me the shame of thine eyes , when merciless fangs must tear me Piecemeal ! Enough to endure by myself in the light 30 ANDROMEDA .
... revenge of the sea- gods . 300 Yonder it comes ! Ah go ! Let me perish unseen , if I perish ! Spare me the shame of thine eyes , when merciless fangs must tear me Piecemeal ! Enough to endure by myself in the light 30 ANDROMEDA .
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... comes weal to a nation : but woe upon woe , when the people Mingle in love at their will , like the brutes , not heeding the future . ' Then from her gold - strung loom , where she wrought in her chamber of cedar , Awful and fair she ...
... comes weal to a nation : but woe upon woe , when the people Mingle in love at their will , like the brutes , not heeding the future . ' Then from her gold - strung loom , where she wrought in her chamber of cedar , Awful and fair she ...
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... Come then , damsel , and know if the gods grudge pleasure to mortals . ' Loving and gentle she spoke but the maid stood in awe , as the goddess : Plaited with soft swift finger her tresses , and decked her in jewels , Armlet and anklet ...
... Come then , damsel , and know if the gods grudge pleasure to mortals . ' Loving and gentle she spoke but the maid stood in awe , as the goddess : Plaited with soft swift finger her tresses , and decked her in jewels , Armlet and anklet ...
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Airly Beacon aloft Alruna Avès basalt Beautiful bosom brown hares brows Cepheus chaste CHRISTMAS CAROL cliffs cruel cunning dark daughter dead dream earth eyes fair fairest falchion fell foam frae Freya gleam goddess gods gold Guiltless hare hart hear heart heaven heroes hey bonny boat ho bonny boat Immortals King kissed lady land laughed limbs lips Longbeards looked Lord at hand maiden maids must marry Malwood March month merry mither moan moon moorlands mortals mother Nereus never night Notes and Memoir o'er Odin Olympus oubit Pallas Athené Poems Poetical Poseidon queen Red King ringing rock round sailed sand sank seaward shame shrieked sighing Sing heigh-ho sleep Smiles song soul squire stars stood surges sweet tell thee There's blood thine tresses wailing wakened Watching weary weep Westward Ho wife wild wilt thou wind word young
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Side 71 - THE world goes up and the world goes down, And the sunshine follows the rain; And yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown Can never come over again, Sweet wife : No, never come over again. For woman is warm though man be cold, And the night will hallow the day; Till the heart which at even was weary and old Can rise in the morning gay, Sweet wife ; To its work in the morning gay.
Side 64 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Side 98 - ODE TO THE NORTH-EAST WIND WELCOME, wild North-easter ! Shame it is to see Odes to every zephyr; Ne'er a verse to thee. Welcome, black North-easter! O'er the German foam ; O'er the Danish moorlands, From thy frozen home. Tired we are of summer, Tired of gaudy glare Showers soft and steaming, Hot and breathless air. Tired of listless dreaming, Through the lazy day: jovial wind of winter Turn us out to play ! Sweep the golden reed-beds; Crisp the lazy dyke; Hunger into madness Every plunging pike....
Side 53 - The western wind was wild and dank with foam, And all alone went she. The western tide crept up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see. The rolling mist came down and hid the land : And never home came she.
Side 131 - The merry brown hares came leaping Over the crest of the hill, Where the clover and corn lay sleeping Under the moonlight still. " Leaping late and early, Till under their bite and their tread The swedes, and the wheat, and the barley Lay cankered, and trampled, and dead. " A poacher's widow sat sighing On the side of the white chalk bank, Where under the gloomy fir-woods One spot in the ley throve rank. " She watched a long tuft of clover, Where rabbit or hare never ran ; For its black sour haulm...
Side 63 - Beacon, Airly Beacon ; Oh the pleasant sight to see Shires and towns from Airly Beacon, While my love climbed up to me ! Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon ; Oh the happy hours we lay Deep in fern on Airly Beacon, Courting through the summer's day ! Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon ; Oh the weary haunt for me, All alone on Airly Beacon, With his baby on my knee ! A FAREWELL.
Side 100 - Thunder harsh and dry, Shattering down the snowflakes Off the curdled sky. Hark ! the brave Northeaster ! Breast-high lies the scent, On by holt and headland, Over heath and bent. Chime, ye dappled darlings, Through the sleet and snow, Who can override you? Let the horses go! Chime, ye dappled darlings, Down the roaring blast; You shall see a fox die Ere an hour be past. Go! and rest to-morrow, Hunting in your dreams, While our skates are ringing O'er the frozen streams. Let the luscious South-wind...
Side 53 - O MARY, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home Across the sands of Dee'; The western wind was wild and dank with foam, And all alone went she.
Side 101 - Out of all the seas : But the black North-easter, Through the snowstorm hurled, Drives our English hearts of oak Seaward round the world. Come, as came our fathers, Heralded by thee, Conquering from the eastward, Lords by land and sea. Come ; and strong within us Stir the Vikings' blood ; Bracing brain and sinew ; Blow, thou wind of God ! TO G.
Side 54 - They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The cruel crawling foam, The cruel hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea: But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home Across the sands of Dee!