The Masque of Pandora: And Other Poems, by Henry Wadsworth LongfellowJames R. Osgood, 1875 - 146 Seiten |
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AMALFI beautiful behold BELISARIUS Beneath birds Boccaccio boughs breath bright Canterbury Tales CAUCASUS caverns CHORUS OF OREADES cloud CRANE crown dare dark death deep delight divine dost dreams earth EPIMETHEUS EUMENIDES evil evil hour eyes face fate feet fold forever friends gifts gleams Gold Edition golden guests hall hand happy day hast thou hath hear heart Helios HEPHÆSTUS HERMES Immortal Gods Ivory Gate land lift light loud lyre mighty wind mists MORITURI mountains mysterious night ninth wave o'er Olympus oracle pain PANDORA passing Portrait Poseidon PROMETHEUS Red-Line Edition reeds returning to Olympus round rushing Salute scattered scene secret serene shadows shine shouldst thou silent sleep song soul sound splendors stars stream summer day sunshine sweet Tartarus thee thine thou art thou be dead thou hadst throne toil tower unto Vanish voice walls wind winged wonder youth Zeus
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Seite 80 - ... points to realms of gold; Our lusts and passions are the downward stair That leads the soul from a diviner air ; The archer, Death ; the flaming jewel, Life ; Terrestrial goods, the goblet and the knife ; The knights and ladies, all whose flesh and bone By avarice have been hardened into stone ; The clerk, the scholar whom the love of pelf Tempts from his books and from his nobler self. The scholar and the world ! The endless strife, The discord in the harmonies of life ! The love of learning,...
Seite 67 - Salute you!" was the gladiators' cry In the arena, standing face to face With death and with the Roman populace. O ye familiar scenes, — ye groves of pine, That once were mine and are no longer mine, — Thou river, widening through the meadows green To the vast sea, so near and yet unseen, — Ye halls, in whose seclusion and repose Phantoms of fame, like exhalations, rose 10 And vanished, — we who are about to die Salute you...
Seite 128 - MILTON I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold How the voluminous billows roll and run, Upheaving and subsiding, while the sun Shines through their sheeted emerald far unrolled, And the ninth wave, slow gathering fold by fold All its loose-flowing garments into one, Plunges upon the shore, and floods the dun Pale reach of sands, and changes them to gold.
Seite 131 - THE sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, And round the pebbly beaches far and wide I heard the first wave of the rising tide Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep ; A voice out of the silence of the deep, A sound mysteriously multiplied As of a cataract from the mountain's side, Or roar of winds upon a wooded steep. So comes to us at times, from the unknown And inaccessible solitudes of being, The rushing of the sea-tides of the soul ; And inspirations, that we deem our own, Are some divine foreshadowing...
Seite 83 - Coloneus, or Greek Ode, Or tales of pilgrims that one morning rode Out of the gateway of the Tabard Inn, But other something, would we but begin ; For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
Seite 82 - Enough to warm, but not enough to burn. What then ? Shall we sit idly down and say The night hath come ; it is no longer day ? The night hath not yet come ; we are not quite Cut off from labor by the failing light ; Something remains for us to do or dare ; Even the oldest tree some fruit may bear ; Not...
Seite 132 - The falling mantle of the Prophet seems. From the dim headlands many a lighthouse gleams, The street-lamps of the ocean ; and behold, O'erhead the banners of the night unfold ; The day hath passed into the land of dreams.
Seite 72 - Who is he That towers above the others ? Which may be Atreides, Menelaus, Odysseus, Ajax the great, or bold Idomeneus?" Let him not boast who puts his armour on As he who puts it off, the battle done.
Seite 89 - Alike are life and death, When life in death survives, And the uninterrupted breath Inspires a thousand lives. Were a star quenched on high, For ages would its light, Still travelling downward from the sky, Shine on our mortal sight. So when a great man dies, For years beyond our ken, The light he leaves behind him lies Upon the paths of men.
Seite 128 - Shines through their sheeted emerald far unrolled, And the ninth wave, slow gathering fold by fold All its loose-flowing garments into one, Plunges upon the shore, and floods the dun Pale reach of sands, and changes them to gold. So in majestic cadence rise and fall The mighty undulations of thy song, O sightless bard, England's Mseonides ! And ever and anon, high over all Uplifted, a ninth wave superb and strong, Floods all the soul with its melodious seas.