Foundation Studies in LiteratureSilver, Burdett, 1895 - 292 páginas |
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... fire - eyed maid of smoky war All hot and bleeding will we offer them . The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit Up to the ears in blood . " - In a lighter vein is the conversation between Lorenzo and Jessica , Act V. , Scene I ...
... fire - eyed maid of smoky war All hot and bleeding will we offer them . The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit Up to the ears in blood . " - In a lighter vein is the conversation between Lorenzo and Jessica , Act V. , Scene I ...
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... fire . Lo ! ever thus thou growest beautiful In silence , then before thine answer given Departest , and thy tears are on my cheek . Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears , And make me tremble lest a saying learnt , In days far ...
... fire . Lo ! ever thus thou growest beautiful In silence , then before thine answer given Departest , and thy tears are on my cheek . Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears , And make me tremble lest a saying learnt , In days far ...
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... fire - breathing steeds , behind which the young god stands erect with flashing eyes , his head surrounded with rays , holding in one hand the reins of those fiery coursers which in all hands save his are unmanageable . When towards ...
... fire - breathing steeds , behind which the young god stands erect with flashing eyes , his head surrounded with rays , holding in one hand the reins of those fiery coursers which in all hands save his are unmanageable . When towards ...
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... fire , To prove your reviler an infamous liar , 66 I swear I will grant you whate'er you desire . " 66 ' Then , by my head , " The youngster said , " I'll mount the coach when the horses are fed ! For there's nothing I'd choose , as I'm ...
... fire , To prove your reviler an infamous liar , 66 I swear I will grant you whate'er you desire . " 66 ' Then , by my head , " The youngster said , " I'll mount the coach when the horses are fed ! For there's nothing I'd choose , as I'm ...
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... fire , We hunt through heaven , nor pause , nor tire . Hark ! from below a flute's sweet strain Sets tiptoe all my huntress train ; My silver - sandalled feet move slow . A magic flute ! now loud , now low , Now piercing sweet , now ...
... fire , We hunt through heaven , nor pause , nor tire . Hark ! from below a flute's sweet strain Sets tiptoe all my huntress train ; My silver - sandalled feet move slow . A magic flute ! now loud , now low , Now piercing sweet , now ...
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Admetus Agamemnon ancient Apollo arms Aurora Balder beauty beneath breath brother brows Calchas chariot cloud Clytemnestra cried crown Cupid dark daughter Dear mother Ida death deep Demeter Diana doth dreams earth Enceladus eyes fair fate father flowers Galahad gift goddess gods golden Greek hand hast hath hear heard hearken ere heart heaven Heracles holy Homer Iliad immortal Iphigenia James Russell Lowell Jove king King Arthur land Lemnos light lips maiden moon morn mortal Neop Neoptolemos night o'er Odysseus once Orestes Orpheus pale Pan is dead Persephone Philoctetes Phoebus Phylace Pluto poem poets Prometheus Psyche Pylades Queen round sacred sail Saturn shadow shalt shore silent Sir Bedivere sleep song soul spake speak stars steeds story sweet tears tells thee thine things Thoas thou art thought thro throne trembling Troy voice wandering wind wings words Zeus
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Página 34 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
Página 7 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Página 132 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse ; Such* as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning ; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Página 39 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer : And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
Página 171 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Página 285 - Ah ! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go ? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes ? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight.
Página 185 - Growing on's cheek (but none knows how) ; With these the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin — All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes. — She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love, has she done this to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me ? 6 SPRING'S WELCOME What bird so sings, yet so does wail ? O, 'tis the ravished nightingale. Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu ! she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise.
Página 282 - And caught him by the hilt, and brandish' d him Three times, and drew him under in the mere. And lightly went the other to the King. Then spoke King Arthur, drawing thicker breath : " Now see I by thine eyes that this is done. Speak out : what is it thou hast heard, or seen...
Página 259 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Página 96 - Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. It was the deep midnoon : one silvery cloud Had lost his way between the piney sides Of this long glen. Then to the bower they came, Naked they came to that smooth-swarded bower, And at their feet the crocus brake like fire, Violet, amaracus, and asphodel, Lotos and lilies : and a wind arose, And overhead the wandering ivy and vine, This way and that, in many a wild festoon Ran riot, garlanding the gnarled boughs With bunch and berry and flower thro