Selected PoemsD. C. Heath & Company, 1905 - 379 sidor |
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Æschylus Aphrodite Athens Bassarid behold birds bitter blind blood born breast breath burn CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE crown darkness daughter dawn dead death deep dreams ears earth Erechtheus eyes face faith father fear feet fire flame flowers glory godhead gods grave hands hast thou hath hear heart heaven hell high song hope hour HYMN TO PROSERPINE Itylus kings kiss land laugh light lightened lips live Lord love's man's men's mother mouth night pale PANTHEISM passion Poems and Ballads poet praise Richard Wagner rose round sea's shadow shame sight sing skies sleep Songs before Sunrise sorrow soul sound spirit stars storm strength strong sundew sweet Swinburne Swinburne's tears thee Theodore Watts thine things Thou art Thou hast thou not watch thunder Thyiades time's Tristram of Lyonesse Victor Hugo Walter Savage Landor waves weep wild wind wings word
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Sida 70 - From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Sida 69 - Who gathers all things mortal With cold immortal hands; Her languid lips are sweeter Than love's who fears to greet her, To men that mix and meet her From many times and lands. She waits for each and other, She waits for all men born; Forgets the earth her mother, The life of fruits and corn; And spring and seed and swallow Take wing for her and follow Where summer song rings hollow And flowers are put to scorn.
Sida xxxiii - A creed is a rod, And a crown is of night; But this thing is God, To be man with thy might. To grow straight in the strength of thy spirit, and live out thy life as the light.
Sida 67 - PROSERPINE HERE, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams of dreams; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing, For harvest-time and mowing, A sleepy world of streams. I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep...
Sida 73 - Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath; We have drunken of things Lethean, and fed on the fullness of death.
Sida 68 - ... adrift, and whither They wot not who make thither; But no such winds blow hither, And no such things grow here. No growth of moor or coppice...
Sida 209 - For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces, The tongueless vigil, and all the pain.
Sida 200 - Night and day. The dense hard passage is blind and stifled That crawls by a track none turn to climb To the strait waste place that the years have rifled Of all but the thorns that are touched not of time.
Sida 232 - If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf. If I were what the words are, And love were like the tune, With double sound and single Delight our lips would mingle, With kisses glad as birds are That get sweet rain at noon ; If I were what the words are And love were like the tune.
Sida 71 - But I turn to her still, having seen she shall surely abide in the end; Goddess and maiden and queen, be near me now and befriend.