English Poetry: With Introductions, Notes and Illustrations, Том 42P.F. Collier & son, 1910 Vol.1 Chaucer to Gray, Vol. 2 Collins to Fitzgerald. |
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... ITYLUS . ATALANTA ' THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE A MATCH • · A FORSAKEN GARDEN WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY MARGARITA Sorori . To R. T. H. B. • · . 1255 · 1257 1258 WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY ( Continued ) ENGLAND , MY ENGLAND 992 CONTENTS.
... ITYLUS . ATALANTA ' THE GARDEN OF PROSERPINE A MATCH • · A FORSAKEN GARDEN WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY MARGARITA Sorori . To R. T. H. B. • · . 1255 · 1257 1258 WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY ( Continued ) ENGLAND , MY ENGLAND 992 CONTENTS.
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... windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain ; And the brown bright nightingale amorous Is half assuaged for ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE 1247 ROBERT WILLIAMS BuchaNAN ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE CHORUS FROM ITYLUS ATALANTA'
... windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain ; And the brown bright nightingale amorous Is half assuaged for ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE 1247 ROBERT WILLIAMS BuchaNAN ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE CHORUS FROM ITYLUS ATALANTA'
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... Itylus , For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces , The tongueless vigil , and all the pain . Come with bows bent and with emptying of quivers , Maiden most perfect , lady of light , With a noise of winds and many rivers , With a ...
... Itylus , For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces , The tongueless vigil , and all the pain . Come with bows bent and with emptying of quivers , Maiden most perfect , lady of light , With a noise of winds and many rivers , With a ...
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... ITYLUS SWALLOW , my sister , O sister swallow , How can thine heart be full of the spring ? A thousand summers are over and dead . What hast thou found in the spring to follow ? What hast thou found in thine heart to sing ? What wilt ...
... ITYLUS SWALLOW , my sister , O sister swallow , How can thine heart be full of the spring ? A thousand summers are over and dead . What hast thou found in the spring to follow ? What hast thou found in thine heart to sing ? What wilt ...
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... Itylus , The feast of Daulis , the Thracian sea . O swallow , sister , O rapid swallow , I pray thee sing not a little space . Are not the roofs and the lintels wet ? The woven web that was plain to follow , The small slain body , the ...
... Itylus , The feast of Daulis , the Thracian sea . O swallow , sister , O rapid swallow , I pray thee sing not a little space . Are not the roofs and the lintels wet ? The woven web that was plain to follow , The small slain body , the ...
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Acadian ANNABEL LEE arms beat beauty bells beneath bird blow breast breath Camelot chee cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep door dream earth Evangeline evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall fear feet flowers friends gleaming golden gone Grand-Pré grave hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Itylus Ivy green King King Arthur Lady of Shalott land laugh leaves light lips live look Lord maiden marshes of Glynn Maud meadows moon morning never night o'er passed Pioneers prayer quoth Quoth the Raven Ravelston rest rose round sail shadow shining ships shore Sidney Lanier silent sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood strong sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro unto Vext village voice wave weary whisper wild wind wonder word youth
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Страница 1342 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate. We know what master laid thy keel; What workmen wrought thy ribs of steel; Who made each mast and sail and rope ; What anvils rang, what hammers beat; In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope.
Страница 1003 - O love, they die in yon rich sky. They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul. And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Страница 1276 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ' 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, ' tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Страница 1272 - Thou'rt gone: the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Страница 1317 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us...
Страница 1155 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Страница 1278 - art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name...
Страница 1261 - Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Страница 1442 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil ; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more. Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on mine ear it rings, Through...
Страница 1003 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story ; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.