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Then her lithe neck , three fingers might surround , How it should waver , on the
pale gold ground , Up to the fruit - shaped , perfect chin it lifts ! I know , Correggio
loves to mass , in rifts Of heaven , his angel faces , orb on orb Breaking its outline
...
Then her lithe neck , three fingers might surround , How it should waver , on the
pale gold ground , Up to the fruit - shaped , perfect chin it lifts ! I know , Correggio
loves to mass , in rifts Of heaven , his angel faces , orb on orb Breaking its outline
...
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She has lost me , I have gained her ; Her soul ' s mine : and thus , grown perfect ,
I shall pass my life ' s remainder . Life will just hold out the proving both our
powers , alone and blended : And then , come next life quickly ! This world ' s use
will ...
She has lost me , I have gained her ; Her soul ' s mine : and thus , grown perfect ,
I shall pass my life ' s remainder . Life will just hold out the proving both our
powers , alone and blended : And then , come next life quickly ! This world ' s use
will ...
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... With feather dank as a bough of wet fennel ; For the court - yard walls were
filled with fog You might cut as an axe chops a logLike so much wool for colour
and bulkiness ; And out rode the Duke in a perfect sulkiness , Since , before
breakfast ...
... With feather dank as a bough of wet fennel ; For the court - yard walls were
filled with fog You might cut as an axe chops a logLike so much wool for colour
and bulkiness ; And out rode the Duke in a perfect sulkiness , Since , before
breakfast ...
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Snow - white must they spring , to blend With your flesh , but I intend They shall
deepen to the end , Broader , into burning gold , Till both wings crescent - wise
enfold Your perfect self , from ' neath your feet To o ' er your head , where ...
Snow - white must they spring , to blend With your flesh , but I intend They shall
deepen to the end , Broader , into burning gold , Till both wings crescent - wise
enfold Your perfect self , from ' neath your feet To o ' er your head , where ...
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My perfect wife , my Leonor , Oh heart , my own , oh eyes , mine too , Whom else
could I dare look backward for , With whom beside should I dare pursue The path
grey heads abhor ? XXII . For it leads to a crag ' s sheer edge with them ; Youth ...
My perfect wife , my Leonor , Oh heart , my own , oh eyes , mine too , Whom else
could I dare look backward for , With whom beside should I dare pursue The path
grey heads abhor ? XXII . For it leads to a crag ' s sheer edge with them ; Youth ...
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beauty better break breast breath brow cheek dare dead death doubt drop Duke earth eyes face fall fear feel fire flesh flowers gain gave give gold gone grew grow hair half hand head hear heard heart heaven hold hope Italy keep King lady laugh leave less light lips live look man's mean mind never night o'er once paint pass past perfect play poor praise pride prove reached rest ride rose round seemed side sleep smile soul speak stand star stopped sure sweet tell thee thing thou thought thro Till took touch true truth turn watch whole wide youth
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Страница 341 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Страница 336 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Страница 335 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Страница 246 - 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 244 - But here is the finger of God, a flash of the will that can, Existent behind all laws, that made them and, lo, they are! And I know not if, save in this, such gift be allowed to man, That out of three sounds he frame, not a fourth sound, hut a star.
Страница 69 - Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us, Burns, Shelley, were with us, — they watch from their graves! He alone breaks from the van and the freemen, — He alone sinks to the rear and the slaves! We shall march prospering, — not thro...
Страница 69 - THE LOST LEADER. JUST for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver...
Страница 191 - Noon strikes, — here sweeps the procession! our Lady borne smiling and smart With a pink gauze gown all spangles, and seven swords stuck in her heart!
Страница 332 - Would I suffer for him that I love? So wouldst thou — so wilt thou ! So shall crown thee the topmost, ineffablest, uttermost crown — And thy love fill infinitude wholly, nor leave up nor down One spot for the creature to stand in!
Страница 273 - Long he lived nameless: how should spring take note Winter would follow? Till lo, the little touch, and youth was gone! Cramped and diminished, Moaned he, "New measures, other feet anon! "My dance is finished?