Complete Poetical Works, Zväzok 3Houghten, Mifflin, 1892 |
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Strana 7
... thing ; Under your mighty ancestors we Pigs Were blessed as nightingales on myrtle sprigs Or grasshoppers that live on noonday dew , And sung , old annals tell , as sweetly too ; But now our sties are fallen in , we catch The murrain ...
... thing ; Under your mighty ancestors we Pigs Were blessed as nightingales on myrtle sprigs Or grasshoppers that live on noonday dew , And sung , old annals tell , as sweetly too ; But now our sties are fallen in , we catch The murrain ...
Strana 11
... me and you - or none ' Tis the same thing . If you knew as much Of oracles as I do ― 125 you knew you but knew , Rossetti . PURGANAX You arch - priests Believe in nothing ; if I. 105-126 ] OR , SWELLFOOT THE TYRANT 11.
... me and you - or none ' Tis the same thing . If you knew as much Of oracles as I do ― 125 you knew you but knew , Rossetti . PURGANAX You arch - priests Believe in nothing ; if I. 105-126 ] OR , SWELLFOOT THE TYRANT 11.
Strana 13
... things in many hideous shapes , And trumpets all his falsehood to the world . Like other beetles he is fed on dung ; He has eleven feet with which he crawls , Trailing a blistering slime ; and this foul beast Has tracked Iona from the ...
... things in many hideous shapes , And trumpets all his falsehood to the world . Like other beetles he is fed on dung ; He has eleven feet with which he crawls , Trailing a blistering slime ; and this foul beast Has tracked Iona from the ...
Strana 19
... things , they are all imperial Pigs , Good Lord ! they'd rip each other's bellies up , Not to say help us in destroying her . 295 Go pack , Rossetti conj .; Well , pack , Forman conj . SWELLFOOT This plan might be tried too . Where's ...
... things , they are all imperial Pigs , Good Lord ! they'd rip each other's bellies up , Not to say help us in destroying her . 295 Go pack , Rossetti conj .; Well , pack , Forman conj . SWELLFOOT This plan might be tried too . Where's ...
Strana 23
... thing Swine will believe . I'll wager you will see them Climbing upon the thatch of their low sties , With pieces of smoked glass , to watch her sail Among the clouds , and some will hold the flaps Of one another's ears between their ...
... thing Swine will believe . I'll wager you will see them Climbing upon the thatch of their low sties , With pieces of smoked glass , to watch her sail Among the clouds , and some will hold the flaps Of one another's ears between their ...
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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.