Complete Poetical Works, Zväzok 3Houghten, Mifflin, 1892 |
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Strana 34
... pale , Empress of the world , all hail ! What though Cretans old called thee City - crested Cybele ? We call thee Famine ! Goddess of fasts and feasts , starving and cram- ming ; Through thee , for emperors , kings and priests and lords ...
... pale , Empress of the world , all hail ! What though Cretans old called thee City - crested Cybele ? We call thee Famine ! Goddess of fasts and feasts , starving and cram- ming ; Through thee , for emperors , kings and priests and lords ...
Strana 45
... pale Are dead , indeed , my adored nightingale ! But soft and fragrant is the faded blossom , And it has no thorn left to wound thy bosom . High , spirit - winged Heart ! who dost forever Beat thine unfeeling bars with vain endeavor ...
... pale Are dead , indeed , my adored nightingale ! But soft and fragrant is the faded blossom , And it has no thorn left to wound thy bosom . High , spirit - winged Heart ! who dost forever Beat thine unfeeling bars with vain endeavor ...
Strana 55
... pale and waning lips Then shrank as in the sickness of eclipse ; And how my soul was as a lampless sea , And who was then its Tempest ; and when She , The Planet of that hour , was quenched , what frost Crept o'er those waters , till ...
... pale and waning lips Then shrank as in the sickness of eclipse ; And how my soul was as a lampless sea , And who was then its Tempest ; and when She , The Planet of that hour , was quenched , what frost Crept o'er those waters , till ...
Strana 62
... pale drudge Luxury to waste The scene it would adorn , and therefore still Nature with all her children haunts the hill . The ring - dove , in the embowering ivy , yet Keeps up her love - lament , and the owls flit Round the evening ...
... pale drudge Luxury to waste The scene it would adorn , and therefore still Nature with all her children haunts the hill . The ring - dove , in the embowering ivy , yet Keeps up her love - lament , and the owls flit Round the evening ...
Strana 75
... pale flower by some sad maiden cher- ished And fed with true - love tears instead of dew ; Most musical of mourners , weep anew ! Thy extreme hope , the loveliest and the last , The bloom , whose petals , nipped before they blew , Died ...
... pale flower by some sad maiden cher- ished And fed with true - love tears instead of dew ; Most musical of mourners , weep anew ! Thy extreme hope , the loveliest and the last , The bloom , whose petals , nipped before they blew , Died ...
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Strana 274 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Strana 236 - Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean...
Strana 223 - Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Strana 273 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched- with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
Strana 346 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
Strana 89 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th...
Strana 222 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Strana 81 - Alas! that all we loved of him should be, But for our grief, as if it had not been, And grief itself be mortal! Woe is me! Whence are we, and why are we? of what scene The actors or spectators? Great and mean Meet massed in death, who lends what life must borrow. As long as skies are blue and fields are green, Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow. xxii He will awake no more, oh, never more! 190 'Wake thou,' cried Misery, 'childless...
Strana 245 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Strana 270 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.