Complete Poetical Works, Zväzok 3Houghten, Mifflin, 1892 |
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Strana 7
... thee ? SWELLFOOT Why , skin and bones , and some few hairs for mortar . CHORUS OF SWINE I have heard your Laureate sing That pity was a royal thing ; Under your mighty ancestors we Pigs Were blessed as nightingales on myrtle sprigs Or ...
... thee ? SWELLFOOT Why , skin and bones , and some few hairs for mortar . CHORUS OF SWINE I have heard your Laureate sing That pity was a royal thing ; Under your mighty ancestors we Pigs Were blessed as nightingales on myrtle sprigs Or ...
Strana 34
... 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 , Who rule by viziers , sceptres , bank - notes , words , The earth ...
... 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 , Who rule by viziers , sceptres , bank - notes , words , The earth ...
Strana 36
... thee — the voice of a storm Would be lost in our terrible shout ! Then hail to thee , hail to thee , Famine ! Hail to thee , Empress of Earth ! When thou risest , dividing possessions , When thou risest , uprooting oppressions , In the ...
... thee — the voice of a storm Would be lost in our terrible shout ! Then hail to thee , hail to thee , Famine ! Hail to thee , Empress of Earth ! When thou risest , dividing possessions , When thou risest , uprooting oppressions , In the ...
Strana 38
... thee such , By the magic of thy touch , By the starving and the cramming - Of fasts and feasts ! — by thy dread self , O Famine ! I charge thee , when thou wake the multitude , Thou lead them not upon the paths of blood . The earth did ...
... thee such , By the magic of thy touch , By the starving and the cramming - Of fasts and feasts ! — by thy dread self , O Famine ! I charge thee , when thou wake the multitude , Thou lead them not upon the paths of blood . The earth did ...
Strana 45
... thee These votive wreaths of withered memory . Poor captive bird ! who from thy narrow cage Pourest such music that it might assuage The rugged hearts of those who prisoned thee , Were they not deaf to all sweet melody , This song shall ...
... thee These votive wreaths of withered memory . Poor captive bird ! who from thy narrow cage Pourest such music that it might assuage The rugged hearts of those who prisoned thee , Were they not deaf to all sweet melody , This song shall ...
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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.