Foundation Studies in LiteratureSilver, Burdett, 1895 - 292 páginas |
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... hast me brought to my confusion ; Alas , that I was wrought ! why n'ere I dead ? O dearë wife that wert to me so sad , And eke so true , now liest thou dead With face pale of hue , Full guiltëless , that durst I swear y - wis ! O ...
... hast me brought to my confusion ; Alas , that I was wrought ! why n'ere I dead ? O dearë wife that wert to me so sad , And eke so true , now liest thou dead With face pale of hue , Full guiltëless , that durst I swear y - wis ! O ...
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... . Responds , as if with unseen wings , An angel touched its quivering strings ; And whispers , in its song , " Where hast thou stayed so long ? " 1 Diana , the moon - goddess , was also 34 FOUNDATION STUDIES IN LITERATURE .
... . Responds , as if with unseen wings , An angel touched its quivering strings ; And whispers , in its song , " Where hast thou stayed so long ? " 1 Diana , the moon - goddess , was also 34 FOUNDATION STUDIES IN LITERATURE .
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... hast from men , As Queen of Death , that worship which is Fear , Henceforth , as having risen from out the dead , Shalt ever send thy life along with mine From buried grain thro ' springing blade and bless Their garner'd Autumn also ...
... hast from men , As Queen of Death , that worship which is Fear , Henceforth , as having risen from out the dead , Shalt ever send thy life along with mine From buried grain thro ' springing blade and bless Their garner'd Autumn also ...
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... hast The never - sleeping terror at thy heart , That birthright of all tyrants , worse to bear Than this thy ravening bird on which I smile ? Thou swear'st to free me , if I will unfold What kind of doom it is whose omen flits Across ...
... hast The never - sleeping terror at thy heart , That birthright of all tyrants , worse to bear Than this thy ravening bird on which I smile ? Thou swear'st to free me , if I will unfold What kind of doom it is whose omen flits Across ...
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... Hast thou e'er lightened the sorrows Of the heavy - laden ? Hast thou e'er dried up the tears Of the anguish - stricken ? Was I not fashioned to be a man By omnipotent Time , And by eternal Fate , Masters of me and thee ? Didst thou e ...
... Hast thou e'er lightened the sorrows Of the heavy - laden ? Hast thou e'er dried up the tears Of the anguish - stricken ? Was I not fashioned to be a man By omnipotent Time , And by eternal Fate , Masters of me and thee ? Didst thou e ...
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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