Poems by Alfred, Lord BrayeG.Bell, 1881 - 184 páginas |
Términos y frases comunes
afar Amadeus anacrusis art thou beauty Begin the rural beneath breast breath bright brow Byron calm charm Daphnis dark dead death deep Diomed doth dream e'en earth echo eternal eyes fade fain fair fall fame flowers gaze Gethsemane gleam glory God's gone grief hand happy harmony hath heart Heaven Heraclitus hills hope hour hues life's light living lonely loquitur Lord Byron loveliness lyre melody metre moon mourn naught ne'er never nymph o'er obscure Ocean once pain pale passed peace plain poem poetry poets quire rest rill river rose round rural lay scene shine shore sing skies smile song sorrow soul star strain stream strong summer sweet Muses sweetest things tears thee Theocritus thine things thou thought thrushes treads tremulously trochaic true truth Twas verse voice weep whence Whither wings yearning καὶ
Pasajes populares
Página xxv - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Página xvi - For Wisdom dealt with mortal powers, Where truth in closest words shall fail, When truth embodied in a tale Shall enter in at lowly doors.
Página xxi - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.
Página 98 - On parent knees, a naked new-born child Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled ; So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep, Calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee weep.
Página xx - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill, changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appalls the gazing mourner's heart...
Página xxviii - Love, you saw me gather men and women, Live or dead or fashioned by my fancy, Enter each and all, and use their service, Speak from every mouth,— the speech, a poem.
Página xx - It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word ; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows...
Página xxii - The spring gush'd through grim mouths of granite made, And sparkled into basins, where it spent Its little torrent in a thousand bubbles, Like man's vain glory, and his vainer troubles.
Página xxviii - Make you music that should all-express me; So it seems: I stand on my attainment. This of verse alone, one life allows me; Verse and nothing else have I to give you.
Página xix - Thou, Abelard ! the last sad office pay, And smooth my passage to the realms of day : See my lips tremble, and my eyeballs roll...