Stories in VerseG. Routledge & Company, 1855 - 356 sider The final section (pp. [294]-356) consist of Leigh Hunt's translations of classical poetry chiefly from Greek and Latin. |
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... dreadful certainty to know His peace was gone , and all to come was woe . Francesca too , -the being made to bless , - Destin'd by him to the same wretchedness , - Some It seem'd as if such whelming thoughts must find 108 THE STORY OF ...
... dreadful certainty to know His peace was gone , and all to come was woe . Francesca too , -the being made to bless , - Destin'd by him to the same wretchedness , - Some It seem'd as if such whelming thoughts must find 108 THE STORY OF ...
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... dreadful dawning of the light , But as I would of two that died last night . So might they now have liv'd , and so have died ; The story's heart , to me , still beats against its side . Beneath the sun which shines this very hour ...
... dreadful dawning of the light , But as I would of two that died last night . So might they now have liv'd , and so have died ; The story's heart , to me , still beats against its side . Beneath the sun which shines this very hour ...
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... dreadful thoughts of death , of waves heap'd on him , And friends , and parting daylight , rush upon him . He thinks of prayers to Neptune and his daughters , And Venus , Hero's queen , sprung from the waters ; And then of Hero only ...
... dreadful thoughts of death , of waves heap'd on him , And friends , and parting daylight , rush upon him . He thinks of prayers to Neptune and his daughters , And Venus , Hero's queen , sprung from the waters ; And then of Hero only ...
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... dreadful night ; How she exclaim'd , and wept , and could not sit One instant in one place ; nor how she lit The torch a hundred times , and when she found ' Twas all in vain , her gentle head turn'd round Almost with rage ; and in her ...
... dreadful night ; How she exclaim'd , and wept , and could not sit One instant in one place ; nor how she lit The torch a hundred times , and when she found ' Twas all in vain , her gentle head turn'd round Almost with rage ; and in her ...
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... dreadful sword , Without further speech , Clean cut off dark Fawdon's head , Through its stifled screech : Through its stifled screech , and through The arm that fenc'd his brow ; And Fawdon , as he leap'd , fell dead , And safe is ...
... dreadful sword , Without further speech , Clean cut off dark Fawdon's head , Through its stifled screech : Through its stifled screech , and through The arm that fenc'd his brow ; And Fawdon , as he leap'd , fell dead , And safe is ...
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Alcmena Amphitryon beauty bold breath bride brother Cambus Charlemagne Chaucer cried dear death dreadful Dryden eyes face fair fancy fat friar Fawdon feast feel felt gentle Giovanni grace green half hall hand Harrison Weir hath head hear heard heart HERO AND LEANDER horse Kilspindie king King Ban kiss'd lady leap'd light look look'd lord lov'd lovers lute Medoro morning never night noble noble Khan o'er once Orlando Innamorato palfrey goes pass'd Paulo poem poet poetry poor pride prince quoth Ravenna rhyme ride Rimini Robin Robin Hood rose round seem'd shade sigh Sir Grey Sir Guy sleep smile sorrow soul speak spoke squire steed stood story sweet sword tears thee thing thou thought took touch'd tow'rds trees trumpets turn turn'd twas twixt verse vex'd voice wept wonder word wound young youth
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Side 225 - The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one ?" said Abou. " Nay, not so,
Side 225 - Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The Vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord !
Side 40 - Till you, the best Vitruvius, come at length, Our beauties equal, but excel our strength. Firm Doric pillars found your solid base, The fair Corinthian crowns the higher space; Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
Side 48 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Side 52 - Eternal HOPE ! when yonder spheres sublime Peal'd their first notes to sound the march of Time, Thy joyous youth began — but not to fade. — When all the sister planets have...
Side 270 - Or call up him that left half told « The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass; And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Side 39 - Lost in the wood, and all on love intent : The day already half his race had run, > And summon'd him to due repast at noon, >But love could feel no hunger but his own.
Side 167 - The man went in. There was a cry, and hark . A table falls, the window is struck dark : Forth rush the breathless women ; and behind ' With curses comes the fiend in desperate mind. In vain : the sabres soon cut short the strife, And chop the shrieking wretch, and drink his bloody life. " Now light the light,
Side 328 - Such forces met not, nor so wide a camp, When Agrican, with all his northern powers, Besieged Albracca, as romances tell, The city...