Letters and Literary Remains: The mighty magician. Such stuff as dreams are made of. The downfall and death of King Oedipus. Agamemnon, Rubáiyat of Omar Khayyám. Saláman and Absal. Bredfield hall. Chronomoros. Virgil's garden. Translation from Petrarch. Preface to Polonius. Introduction to readings in CrabbeMacmillan, 1889 |
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ABSÁL Æschylus AGAMEMNON Antigone Antioch Antistrophe Argos Athens behold blood blow breath Chamb CHORUS Cipr Cipriano Clotaldo CLYTEMNESTRA Corinth Creon crown dare dark dead death Delphi Dervish divine door dream dust earth Edipus ev'n eyes false Fate father Fife Floro glory Gods Háfiz hand hear heart Heav'n HERALD Herát hither honour human Jámí Justina Khayyám King Labdacus Laius leave Lelio light lips Livia living look Lord Lords in waiting methinks mortal Muscovy never night Omar Omar Khayyám once Oracle passion Persian Phoebus Poet Poland Polybus Prince Prophet revenge Rose royal Rubáiyát SALÁMÁN scarce Segismund shame Shep slain sleep soul stars story strange Súfi sword Teiresias tell Thebes thee Theseus Thou throne told turn'd voice waking walls Wine witness word worse Zeus
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Страница 374 - I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
Страница 359 - With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead, And there of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed : And the first Morning of Creation wrote What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.
Страница 375 - Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument About it and about : but evermore Came out by the same Door as in I went.
Страница 372 - Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To flutter — and the Bird is on the Wing.
Страница 371 - Awake! for morning in the bowl of night Has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight: And lo! the hunter of the east has caught The sultan's turret in a noose of light.
Страница 373 - Look to the blowing Rose about us — "Lo, Laughing," she says, "into the world I blow. At once the silken tassel of my Purse Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw.
Страница 377 - Ah, fill the Cup: — what boots it to repeat How Time is slipping underneath our Feet: Unborn TO-MORROW, and dead YESTERDAY, Why fret about them if TO-DAY be sweet!
Страница 383 - Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits — and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
Страница 364 - Yon rising Moon that looks for us again — How oft hereafter will she wax and wane ; How oft hereafter rising look for us Through this same Garden — and for one in vain ! ci.
Страница 373 - With me along the strip of Herbage strown That just divides the desert from the sown...