Lyrics of life [selected poems].1866 |
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... OF HAMELIN . FAME LOVE SONG 31 40 40 40 INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP THE BOY AND THE ANGEL TIME'S REVENGES THE GLOVE 41 43 • 46 48 " HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX " 53 LOVE AMONG THE RUINS A WOMAN'S LAST WORD . A.
... OF HAMELIN . FAME LOVE SONG 31 40 40 40 INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH CAMP THE BOY AND THE ANGEL TIME'S REVENGES THE GLOVE 41 43 • 46 48 " HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX " 53 LOVE AMONG THE RUINS A WOMAN'S LAST WORD . A.
Strana 8
... songs ! What laughter all the distance stirs ! What raft comes loaded with its throngs Of gentle islanders ? " The isles are just at hand , " they cried ; " Like cloudlets faint at even sleeping , Our temple - gates are opened wide ...
... songs ! What laughter all the distance stirs ! What raft comes loaded with its throngs Of gentle islanders ? " The isles are just at hand , " they cried ; " Like cloudlets faint at even sleeping , Our temple - gates are opened wide ...
Strana 12
... song . God for King Charles ! Pym and such carles To the Devil that prompts ' em their treasonous parles ! Cavaliers , up ! Lips from the cup , Hands from the pasty , nor bite take nor sup Till you ' re ( Chorus ) marching along , fifty ...
... song . God for King Charles ! Pym and such carles To the Devil that prompts ' em their treasonous parles ! Cavaliers , up ! Lips from the cup , Hands from the pasty , nor bite take nor sup Till you ' re ( Chorus ) marching along , fifty ...
Strana 22
... song quite through , adjust The last rose in my garland , fling A last look on the mirror , trust My arms to each an arm of theirs , And so descend the castle - stairs , And come out on the morning troop Of merry friends who kissed my ...
... song quite through , adjust The last rose in my garland , fling A last look on the mirror , trust My arms to each an arm of theirs , And so descend the castle - stairs , And come out on the morning troop Of merry friends who kissed my ...
Strana 26
... Songs may inspirit us , - not from his lyre ; - Deeds will be done , while he boasts his quiescence , Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire : THE LOST MISTRESS . Blot out his name , then 26 LYRICS OF LIFE . THE LOST LEADER.
... Songs may inspirit us , - not from his lyre ; - Deeds will be done , while he boasts his quiescence , Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire : THE LOST MISTRESS . Blot out his name , then 26 LYRICS OF LIFE . THE LOST LEADER.
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angel breast breathed broke brow caught cheek circle their rose Clement Marot COUNT GISMOND cried curls Dante dare darkness dead Dear death dropped earth Evelyn Hope eyes face Fano fear fifty-score strong flowers forever FRENCH CAMP friends furled galloped Give a rouse glove God's gold gray Great-hearted gentlemen grew Guido Reni hand head heart heaven Joris June King Charles LAST DUCHESS laugh light lips look Lorge Love me forever love's lute Madonnas Mayor morning neath never night o'er once PIED PIPER pipe PIPER OF HAMELIN praise Rafael's Ratisbon rats ride rills Roland rose-tree round saddle sapphire side sing smile song soul speak speech star stept stirrup stood stoop stopped strange sure sweet thee Theocrite there's thine thou thousand guilders tress turned twilight twixt vermin voice Weser What's wonder word
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Strana 26 - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others she lets us devote; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service!
Strana 55 - Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!" "How they'll greet us!"— and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Strana 98 - FEAR death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Strana 35 - Swam across and lived to carry (As he, the manuscript he cherished) To Rat-land home his commentary: Which was, 'At the first shrill notes of the pipe, I heard a sound as of scraping tripe, And putting apples, wondrous ripe, Into a cider-press's gripe...
Strana 56 - twixt my knees on the ground, And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.
Strana 17 - E'en then would be some stooping; and I choose Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands; Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands As if alive. Will't please you rise? We'll meet The company below, then. I repeat, The Count your master's known munificence Is ample warrant that no just pretence Of mine for dowry will be disallowed; Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed At starting, is...
Strana 12 - KENTISH Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing : And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop, Marched them along, fifty-score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.
Strana 41 - You know, we French stormed Ratisbon : A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day ; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. ii Just as perhaps he mused " My plans " That soar, to earth may fall, " Let once my army-leader Lannes
Strana 16 - That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Fra' Pandolf s hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will't please you sit and look at her? I said "Fra
Strana 33 - I chiefly use my charm On creatures that do people harm, The mole and toad, and newt and viper; And people call me the Pied Piper.