Poetry of the Age of FableJ.E. Tilton & Company, 1863 - 251 страници |
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... led To the pale regions of the dead , What sounds were heard , What scenes appeared O'er all the dreary coasts ! Dreadful gleams , Dismal screams , Fires that glow , Shrieks of woe , Sullen moans POETRY OF THE AGE OF FABLE . 11.
... led To the pale regions of the dead , What sounds were heard , What scenes appeared O'er all the dreary coasts ! Dreadful gleams , Dismal screams , Fires that glow , Shrieks of woe , Sullen moans POETRY OF THE AGE OF FABLE . 11.
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... 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 ; For valor is not Love a Hercules , Still ...
... 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 ; For valor is not Love a Hercules , Still ...
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... sound betrays Its deep , impassioned gaze . It comes the beautiful , the free , The crown of all humanity— In silence and alone To seek the elected one . It lifts the boughs , whose shadows deep Are life's oblivion , the soul's sleep ...
... sound betrays Its deep , impassioned gaze . It comes the beautiful , the free , The crown of all humanity— In silence and alone To seek the elected one . It lifts the boughs , whose shadows deep Are life's oblivion , the soul's sleep ...
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... sound . Pan , O great god Pan , to thee Thus do we sing ; Thou that keep'st us chaste and free As the young spring ; Ever be thy honor spoke , From that place the morn is broke , To that place day doth unyoke ! FLETCHER . PAN INVOKED ...
... sound . Pan , O great god Pan , to thee Thus do we sing ; Thou that keep'st us chaste and free As the young spring ; Ever be thy honor spoke , From that place the morn is broke , To that place day doth unyoke ! FLETCHER . PAN INVOKED ...
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... sound the silence thrills Of the everlasting hills . Pan , Pan is dead . Jove ! that right hand is unloaded , Whence the thunder did prevail ; While , in idiocy of godhead , Thou art staring the stars pale ! And thine eagle , blind and ...
... sound the silence thrills Of the everlasting hills . Pan , Pan is dead . Jove ! that right hand is unloaded , Whence the thunder did prevail ; While , in idiocy of godhead , Thou art staring the stars pale ! And thine eagle , blind and ...
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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.