The poetical works of Leigh Hunt, revised by himself and ed. with an intr. by S.A. Lee, Том 21857 |
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... hath her mother slain . Steady ! steady ! The masses of men Wheel , and fall in , and wheel again , Softly as circles drawn with pen . Then a gaze there was , and valour , and fear , And the jest that died in the jester's ear , And ...
... hath her mother slain . Steady ! steady ! The masses of men Wheel , and fall in , and wheel again , Softly as circles drawn with pen . Then a gaze there was , and valour , and fear , And the jest that died in the jester's ear , And ...
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... hath done what it can- Carved , and been carved , drunk the drinkers down , And now there is one that hath won the crown ; - One pale visage stands lord of the board- Joy to the trumpets of Captain Sword ! His trumpets blow strength ...
... hath done what it can- Carved , and been carved , drunk the drinkers down , And now there is one that hath won the crown ; - One pale visage stands lord of the board- Joy to the trumpets of Captain Sword ! His trumpets blow strength ...
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... hath become their playmate again : Boot , nor sword , nor stern look hath he , But holdeth the hand of a fair ladye , And floweth the dance a palace within , Half the night , to a golden din , Midst lights in windows and love in eyes ...
... hath become their playmate again : Boot , nor sword , nor stern look hath he , But holdeth the hand of a fair ladye , And floweth the dance a palace within , Half the night , to a golden din , Midst lights in windows and love in eyes ...
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... hath their " Good night " a tear ? Behold him ! By a ditch he lies Clutching the wet earth , his eyes Beginning to be mad . In vain His tongue still thirsts to lick the rain , That mock'd but now his homeward tears ; And ever and anon ...
... hath their " Good night " a tear ? Behold him ! By a ditch he lies Clutching the wet earth , his eyes Beginning to be mad . In vain His tongue still thirsts to lick the rain , That mock'd but now his homeward tears ; And ever and anon ...
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... hath up - beaten the ground . Like a mad horse hath he beaten the ground , And the feathers and music that litter it round , The gore , and the mud , and the golden sound . Come hither , ye cities ! ye ball - rooms , take breath ! See ...
... hath up - beaten the ground . Like a mad horse hath he beaten the ground , And the feathers and music that litter it round , The gore , and the mud , and the golden sound . Come hither , ye cities ! ye ball - rooms , take breath ! See ...
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Alcmena Amphitryon Ariosto arms beauty bliss blood bosom bower breath Captain Pen Captain Sword Cardinal Bibbiena Charlemagne cheek comes cried dance dead dear death divine dreadful dream drink e'en ears earth Eunoe evil eyes face fair Fawdon fear feel field fire flowers gentle golden grace green hand hath head hear heart heaven Hendon horse human Kilspindie King kiss lady laugh LEIGH HUNT light lips look look'd lord lov'd Medoro mighty never night NOTE o'er one's Orlando Innamorato pain palfrey goes Patroclus poem poet poor Prax Priam queen rose round Saracen seem'd sight sing Sir Grey Sir Guy SIRMIO sleep smile song soul stars sweet tears thee thine things thou thought trumpets turn'd Tuscan twas twixt vex'd VINCENT NOVELLO Wallace wine wise word wounded young
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Страница 85 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: 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.
Страница 85 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still ; and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
Страница 104 - TO THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET LEIGH HUNT Green little' vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June — Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon When even the bees lag at the summoning brass...
Страница 104 - IT flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands, Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream, And times and things, as in that vision, seem Keeping along it their eternal stands, — Caves, pillars, pyramids, the shepherd bands That roamed through the young earth, the glory extreme Of high Sesostris, and that southern beam, The laughing queen that caught the world's great hands.
Страница 110 - O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is't ye do? What life lead? eh, dull goggles? How do ye vary your vile days and nights ? How pass your Sundays?
Страница 110 - For ever stare! O flat and shocking face, Grimly divided from the breast below! Thou that on dry land horribly dost go With a split body and most ridiculous pace, Prong after prong, disgracer of all grace, Long-useless-finned, haired, upright, unwet, slow!
Страница 135 - Thy sidelong pillowed meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart, in pain and weakness, Of fancied faults afraid ; The little trembling hand That wipes thy quiet tears, These, these are things that may demand Dread memories for years. Sorrows...
Страница 89 - Let worth grow frenzied if it will; The caliph's judgment shall be master still. Go, and since gifts so move thee, take this gem, The richest in the Tartar's diadem, And hold the giver as thou deemest fit!
Страница 172 - See (and scorn all duller Taste) how heav'n loves colour; How great Nature, clearly, joys in red and green ; What sweet thoughts she thinks Of violets and pinks, And a thousand flushing hues, made solely to be seen...
Страница 113 - Suspended, ere it fell, a nation's breath. He smote ; and clinging to the serious chords With Godlike ravishment drew forth a breath, So deep, so strong, so fervid, thick with love — Blissful, yet laden as with twenty prayers — That Juno yearned with no diviner soul To the first burthen of the lips of Jove.