Dramatis Personae: & Dramatic Romance & LyricsChatto & Windus, 1909 - 246 страница |
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... things came , What did the failure prove ? The man was my whole world , all the same , With his flowers to praise or his weeds to blame , And , either or both , to love . Yet this turns now to a fault - there ! there ! That I do love ...
... things came , What did the failure prove ? The man was my whole world , all the same , With his flowers to praise or his weeds to blame , And , either or both , to love . Yet this turns now to a fault - there ! there ! That I do love ...
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... thing that would be righted , " Entrusting thus thy cause to me ? Forbear ! " No tongue can mend such pleadings ; faith , requited " With falsehood , -love , at last aware " Of scorn , hopes , early blighted , — " We have them ; but I ...
... thing that would be righted , " Entrusting thus thy cause to me ? Forbear ! " No tongue can mend such pleadings ; faith , requited " With falsehood , -love , at last aware " Of scorn , hopes , early blighted , — " We have them ; but I ...
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... thing Just as he grasped it ! For himself , death's wave ; While time first washes - ah , the sting ! — O'er all he'd sink to save . VII . Among the Rocks OH , good gigantic smile o ' the brown old earth , This autumn morning ! How he ...
... thing Just as he grasped it ! For himself , death's wave ; While time first washes - ah , the sting ! — O'er all he'd sink to save . VII . Among the Rocks OH , good gigantic smile o ' the brown old earth , This autumn morning ! How he ...
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... things have been as a mutual flame , Your soul's locked fast ; but , love for a key , You might let it loose , till I grew the same In your eyes , as in mine you stand : strange plea ! For then , then , what would it matter to me That I ...
... things have been as a mutual flame , Your soul's locked fast ; but , love for a key , You might let it loose , till I grew the same In your eyes , as in mine you stand : strange plea ! For then , then , what would it matter to me That I ...
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... thing like me , And your hair grow these coarse hanks of hair , Your skin , this bark of a gnarled tree , - You might turn myself ! -should I know or care When I should be dead of joy , James Lee ? GOLD HAIR : A Story of Pornic OH , the ...
... thing like me , And your hair grow these coarse hanks of hair , Your skin , this bark of a gnarled tree , - You might turn myself ! -should I know or care When I should be dead of joy , James Lee ? GOLD HAIR : A Story of Pornic OH , the ...
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art thou beauty blue brain breast breath brow Caliban Cerinthus cheat cheek Clement Marot dead doubt drop Duchess Duke earth ELEANOR FORTESCUE BRICKDALE eyes face fancy fear feast fingers fire flesh fool Gipsy give God's gold grace grew grow guilders hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY Jacynth keep kiss knew lady LAST DUCHESS laugh life's lips live look Louis-d'or mind Moldavia mouth neath never night o'er once Pornic Porphyria Poseidon praise prove rest ride round Saint Setebos singing Sludge smile soul star stoop stopped sure sweet tell thee there's Theseus things thou thought thro to-day travertine truth turn twas twixt Ulpian Weser What's wonder word youth
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Страница 71 - And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Страница 33 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour. The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard, The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky, Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard; Enough that He heard it once: we shall hear it by and by.
Страница 195 - HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM THE SEA NOBLY, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the Northwest died away ; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay ; Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay; In the dimmest North-east distance dawned Gibraltar grand and gray ; " Here and here did England help me : how can I help England...
Страница 194 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows? Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge- — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Страница 175 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; "Speed!
Страница 33 - There shall never be one lost good ! What was, shall live as before The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound ; What was good, shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more ; On the earth the broken arcs ; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Страница 132 - twas not Her husband's presence only, called that spot Of joy into the Duchess' cheek: perhaps Fra randolf chanced to say "Her mantle laps " Over my lady's wrist too much...
Страница 137 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy : You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well...
Страница 167 - And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: ;"Tis clear...
Страница 132 - Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse, - E'en then would be some stooping; and I choose Never to stoop. Oh, sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands; Then all smiles stopped together.