Atalanta in Calydon: A TragedyEdward Moxon & Company, 1865 - 111 sidor |
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Sida 3
... thy maids , Arcadian Atalanta , snowy - souled , Fair as the snow and footed as the wind , From Ladon and well - wooded Mænalus Over the firm hills and the fleeting sea Hast thou drawn hither , and many an armèd king , Heroes , the ...
... thy maids , Arcadian Atalanta , snowy - souled , Fair as the snow and footed as the wind , From Ladon and well - wooded Mænalus Over the firm hills and the fleeting sea Hast thou drawn hither , and many an armèd king , Heroes , the ...
Sida 31
... thou Eschewing embrace the luck of this thy life , Not without honour ; and it shall bear to thee Such fruit as men ... hast thou lived , and made thy life To me that bare thee and to all men born Thankworthy , a praise for ever ; and ...
... thou Eschewing embrace the luck of this thy life , Not without honour ; and it shall bear to thee Such fruit as men ... hast thou lived , and made thy life To me that bare thee and to all men born Thankworthy , a praise for ever ; and ...
Sida 46
... thou utterly bring to an end ? Have mercy , mother ! For against all men from of old Thou hast set thine hand as a curse , And cast out gods from their places . These things are spoken of thee . Strong kings and goodly with gold Thou hast ...
... thou utterly bring to an end ? Have mercy , mother ! For against all men from of old Thou hast set thine hand as a curse , And cast out gods from their places . These things are spoken of thee . Strong kings and goodly with gold Thou hast ...
Sida 52
... thou , O Zeus , hear me that I may slay This beast before thee and no man halve with me Nor woman , lest these mock thee , though a god , Who hast made men strong , and thou being wise be held Foolish ; for wise is that thing which ...
... thou , O Zeus , hear me that I may slay This beast before thee and no man halve with me Nor woman , lest these mock thee , though a god , Who hast made men strong , and thou being wise be held Foolish ; for wise is that thing which ...
Sida 53
... hast not thou One shaft of all thy sudden seven that pierced Seven through the bosom or shining throat or side , All couched about one mother's loosening knees , All holy born , engraffed of Tantalus ? But if toward any of you I am ...
... hast not thou One shaft of all thy sudden seven that pierced Seven through the bosom or shining throat or side , All couched about one mother's loosening knees , All holy born , engraffed of Tantalus ? But if toward any of you I am ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ALTHEA Amphiaraus Arcadian Artemis Atalanta bitter blood boar born brand breast breath burn Calydon CENEUS Charles Lamb CHORUS cleave Coleridge's crown dead death dreams earth EDITION Edward Moxon elegant cloth 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 queen raiment SECOND MESSENGER SEMICHORUS slain slay sleep smite snow soul spears spring strong sundering sweet swift Swinburne sword Symplegades tears thee Thestius thine eyes thine hand thine heart 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.