Atalanta in Calydon: A TragedyEdward Moxon & Company, 1865 - 111 sidor |
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Sida 12
... heart and soul , combined with a dominant mastery over every species of verse , from the stateliest pomp of epic metre to the fluent sweetness of song . Selecting for his subject one of the most pathetic of the ancient Greek legends ...
... heart and soul , combined with a dominant mastery over every species of verse , from the stateliest pomp of epic metre to the fluent sweetness of song . Selecting for his subject one of the most pathetic of the ancient Greek legends ...
Sida 1
... heart , Being treble in thy divided deity , A light for dead men and dark hours , a foot Swift on the hills as morning , and a hand To all things fierce and fleet that roar and range Mortal , with gentler shafts than snow or sleep ...
... heart , Being treble in thy divided deity , A light for dead men and dark hours , a foot Swift on the hills as morning , and a hand To all things fierce and fleet that roar and range Mortal , with gentler shafts than snow or sleep ...
Sida 5
... heart were as fire and could spring to her , Fire , or the strength of the streams that spring ! For the stars and the winds are unto her As raiment , as songs of the harp - player ; For the risen stars and the fallen cling to her , And ...
... heart were as fire and could spring to her , Fire , or the strength of the streams that spring ! For the stars and the winds are unto her As raiment , as songs of the harp - player ; For the risen stars and the fallen cling to her , And ...
Sida 8
... heart ? For thy speech flickers like a blown - out flame . ALTHEA . Look , ye say well , and know not what ye say ; For all my sleep is turned into a fire , And all my dreams to stuff that kindles it . CHORUS . Yet one doth well being ...
... heart ? For thy speech flickers like a blown - out flame . ALTHEA . Look , ye say well , and know not what ye say ; For all my sleep is turned into a fire , And all my dreams to stuff that kindles it . CHORUS . Yet one doth well being ...
Sida 13
... heart - vexed ; for oft I hear my brothers wrangling in mid hall , And am not moved ; and my son chiding them , And these things nowise move me , but I know Foolish and wise men must be to the end , And feed myself with patience ; but ...
... heart - vexed ; for oft I hear my brothers wrangling in mid hall , And am not moved ; and my son chiding them , And these things nowise move me , but I know Foolish and wise men must be to the end , And feed myself with patience ; but ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ALTHEA Amphiaraus Arcadian Artemis Atalanta blood boar born brand breast breath burn Calydon CENEUS Charles Lamb CHORUS cleave Coleridge's crown dead death dreams earth EDITION Edward Moxon Euenus Eurythemis Eurytion eyelids fair fate Fcap fear fire flame flesh flower foam foolscap 8vo fruit gods grief hair hast thou hath heaven honour Hood's hounds Iasius laugh Lest light limbs lips live lord maiden MELEAGER men's mother mouth night pity PLEXIPPUS Poems POETICAL POETS Portrait praise price 15s Published by Messrs queen raiment SECOND MESSENGER SEMICHORUS slain slay sleep smite snow soul spears spring strong sweet swift Swinburne sword Symplegades tears thee Thestius thine eyes thine hand things thou art thou hast thunder TOXEUS volume WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR weep wert William Wordsworth Wilt thou wind words WORDSWORTH'S ἀλλ γὰρ ἐν καὶ οὐδ πρὸς τε
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Sida 12 - A time to serve and to sin; They gave him light in his ways, And love, and a space for delight, And beauty and length of days, And night, and sleep in the night.
Sida 107 - Unto each man his fate; Unto each as he saith In whose fingers the weight Of the world is as breath; Yet I would that in clamour of battle mine hands had laid hold upon death.
Sida 46 - ... the morning, and cold hills Full of the land-wind and sea-travelling storms And many a wandering wing of noisy nights That know the thunder and hear the thickening wolves — Me the utmost pine and footless frost of woods That talk with many winds and gods, the hours Re-risen, and white divisions of the dawn, Springs thousand-tongued with the intermitting reed And streams that murmur of the mother snow — Me these allure, and know me ; but no man Knows, and my goddess only. Lo now, see If one...
Sida 118 - I dying with unforgetful tongue Hail thee as holy and worship thee as just Who art unjust and unholy : and with my knees Would worship, but thy fire and subtlety, Dissundering them, devour me ; for these limbs Are as light dust and crumblings from mine urn Before the fire has touched them ; and my face As a dead leaf or dead foot's mark on snow, And all this body a broken barren tree That was so strong, and all this flower of life Disbranched and desecrated miserably, And minished all that god-like...
Sida 110 - ATALANTA I would that as water My life's blood had thawn, Or as winter's wan daughter Leaves lowland and lawn Spring-stricken, or ever mine eyes had beheld thee made dark in thy dawn.
Sida 114 - MELEAGER Would the winds blow me back Or the waves hurl me home ? Ah, to touch in the track Where the pine learnt to roam Cold girdles and crowns of the sea-gods, cool blossoms of water and foam...
Sida 111 - Thou shouldst die as he dies For whom none sheddeth tears ; Filling thine eyes And fulfilling thine ears With the brilliance of battle, the bloom and the beauty, the splendor of spears. CHORUS. In the ears of the world It is sung, it is told, And the light thereof hurled And the noise thereof rolled From the Acroceraunian snow to the ford of the fleece of gold.