Poetry of the Age of FableJ.E. Tilton & Company, 1863 - 251 страници |
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... blind Fury with the abhorred shears And clips the well - spun life . MILTON . NEMESIS . O THOU who never yet of human wrong Left the unbalanced scale , great Nemesis ! Thou who didst call the Furies from the abyss , And round Orestes ...
... blind Fury with the abhorred shears And clips the well - spun life . MILTON . NEMESIS . O THOU who never yet of human wrong Left the unbalanced scale , great Nemesis ! Thou who didst call the Furies from the abyss , And round Orestes ...
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... blind . CUPID CARRYING PROVISIONS . FROM A GEM . THERE was once a gentle time Whenne the worlde was in its prime , And everye day was holydaye , And everye monthe was lovelie Maye ; Cupide thenne hadde but to goe Withe his purple winges ...
... blind . CUPID CARRYING PROVISIONS . FROM A GEM . THERE was once a gentle time Whenne the worlde was in its prime , And everye day was holydaye , And everye monthe was lovelie Maye ; Cupide thenne hadde but to goe Withe his purple winges ...
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... blind ; A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound , When the suspicious head of theft is stopped ; Love's feeling is more soft and sensible Than are the tender horns of cockled snails ; Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste ...
... blind ; A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound , When the suspicious head of theft is stopped ; Love's feeling is more soft and sensible Than are the tender horns of cockled snails ; Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste ...
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... blind and old , Roughs his feathers in the cold . Pan , Pan is dead . Where , O Juno , is the glory Of thy regal look and tread ? Will they lay , forevermore , thee On thy dim , straight , golden bed ? Will thy queendom all lie hid ...
... blind and old , Roughs his feathers in the cold . Pan , Pan is dead . Where , O Juno , is the glory Of thy regal look and tread ? Will they lay , forevermore , thee On thy dim , straight , golden bed ? Will thy queendom all lie hid ...
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... blind from the age of six months , in consequence of small pox . Yet he paints flowers with artist - like precision . ] LET long - lived pansies here their scents bestow , The violet languish , and the roses glow ; In yellow glory let ...
... blind from the age of six months , in consequence of small pox . Yet he paints flowers with artist - like precision . ] LET long - lived pansies here their scents bestow , The violet languish , and the roses glow ; In yellow glory let ...
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ADMETUS Adonis APOLLONIUS RHODIUS Asgard Baldur BARRY CORNWALL beauty behold beneath blooming bower breast breath bride bright necklace brow busk BYRON Ceres clouds crafty Loke CULDEES CUPID Cybele Cyclops dark deep divine doth dread earth Endymion eyes fair fate flowers Freyia giant glowing goddess gods golden grove hammer hand hast hath heart heaven heaving HOMER immortal isle Jotunheim Jove king kiss light look lyre maiden mighty MILTON moon MOORE mortal mountain mournful Naiads Nereids Niffelheim night nymph o'er Olympus OVID pale Pan is dead Phoebus poets Proserpine PROTESILAUS Psyche Pygmalion queen rock round SAPPHO SHAKESPEARE shining shook shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song soul sound SPENSER spoke stars stood stream sweet thee thine THOMAS BULFINCH Thor thou Thrym thunder Thursi trembling Ulysses voice waves weep wild winds wingéd wings WORDSWORTH Wroth waxed youth Zephyrus
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Страница 19 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Страница vi - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain. Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and wat'ry depths; all these have vanished ; They live no longer in the faith of reason!
Страница vi - The world is too much with us : late and soon. Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not.
Страница 40 - The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago; The Scipios...
Страница 24 - The herded wolves, bold only to pursue; The obscene ravens, clamorous o'er the dead; The vultures to the conqueror's banner true Who feed where Desolation first has fed, And whose wings rain contagion...
Страница 20 - Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them...
Страница 159 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Страница 164 - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow ; so, indeed, he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried,
Страница 172 - For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud. Which is the hot condition of their blood ; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music...
Страница 5 - Into the burning lake their baleful streams. Abhorred Styx, the flood of deadly hate : Sad Acheron, of sorrow, black and deep ; Cocytus, named of lamentation loud Heard on the rueful stream ; fierce Phlegethon, Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage.