Colossi: A Lyric Anthology. IWilliam Roger Greeley Riverside Press, 1906 - 202 Seiten |
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... rise , are baffled to fight better , Sleep to wake . No , at noonday in the bustle of man's work - time Greet the unseen with a cheer ! Bid him forward , breast and back as either should be , " Strive and thrive ! " cry " Speed , There ...
... rise , are baffled to fight better , Sleep to wake . No , at noonday in the bustle of man's work - time Greet the unseen with a cheer ! Bid him forward , breast and back as either should be , " Strive and thrive ! " cry " Speed , There ...
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... rise . The lark sings on . The sun Closing its benediction , Sinks , and the darkening air Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night Night with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep . So be my passing ! My task accomplished ...
... rise . The lark sings on . The sun Closing its benediction , Sinks , and the darkening air Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night Night with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep . So be my passing ! My task accomplished ...
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... rise to sun their streaming hair . Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl ; Wrecked is the ship of pearl ! And every chambered cell , Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell , As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell , Before ...
... rise to sun their streaming hair . Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl ; Wrecked is the ship of pearl ! And every chambered cell , Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell , As the frail tenant shaped his growing shell , Before ...
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... rise Doth ask a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be ; But thou thereon ...
... rise Doth ask a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be ; But thou thereon ...
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... rise and upbuild it again . THRENODY WHEN the lamp is shattered , The light in the dust lies dead ; When the cloud is scattered , The rainbow's glory is shed . When the lute is broken , Sweet tones are remembered not ; When the lips ...
... rise and upbuild it again . THRENODY WHEN the lamp is shattered , The light in the dust lies dead ; When the cloud is scattered , The rainbow's glory is shed . When the lute is broken , Sweet tones are remembered not ; When the lips ...
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AEDH Arthur Symons AUSTIN DOBSON BABETTE beauty beneath bird blossom blow blue Blynken breast breath burning CHRISTINA ROSSETTI cloud cold crying Cynara dance dark Dark Tower dead Dean Miller death deep desert dreams earth eyes face fair fear feet fire flowers gods gold gray green hair hand Harvard College hath hear heard heart heaven immortal kiss KUBLA KHAN land laugh leaves light lips Little Boy Blue live love thee love's lute moon murmur never night o'er once OZYMANDIAS pain passion Poems PROSERPINE rhyme rills rocks rose round sang shadow shine sighing silent sing skies sleep smile soft song soul spirit stars strode on austere sweet tears THEOCRITUS thine things thou art thou hast toy dog turn VIEUXBOIS voice waves weary weep wild WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS wind wings Wynken
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Seite 128 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not; Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower; Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view...
Seite 41 - mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
Seite 70 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
Seite 122 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Seite 34 - As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I, And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi
Seite 136 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Seite 31 - When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His...
Seite 189 - I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea ; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Seite 125 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not ; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Seite 31 - So live, that, when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.