 | Matthew Arnold - 1881 - 654 страница
...mortals, old or young : And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, l saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,...The silver answer rang — ' Not Death, but Love.' IV. Thou hast thy calling to some palace floor, Most gracious singer of high poems ! where The dancers... | |
 | David M. Main (ed) - 1881 - 496 страница
...mortals, old or young : And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, ' I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,...mastery, while I strove,— ' Guess now who holds thee ?'—1 Death,' I said. But, there, The silver answer rang,—1Not Death, but Love.' CCCCXIII IF thou... | |
 | Peter Bayne - 1881 - 428 страница
...takes Achilles gently, yet overpoweringly, by his yellow hair. The sonnet ends with these three lines : And a voice said in mastery, while I strove, " Guess...there The silver answer rang, " Not Death, but Love." She is far from sure, however, that Love, not Death, will bear her from that chamber. In the next sonnet... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1881 - 856 страница
...old or young : And. as I mused It in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my toare. The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years. Those...own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me. Stralehtwav I was 'ware, So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by... | |
 | Frederick A. Laing - 1881 - 264 страница
...mortals, old and young; And as I mused it, in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had Hung A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware, So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move Behind me,... | |
 | Samuel Waddington - 1882 - 280 страница
...mortals, old or young : And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,...The silver answer rang,—' Not Death, but Love.' ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. . Y own beloved, who hast lifted me From this drear flat of earth where... | |
 | James Baldwin - 1882 - 632 страница
...mortals, old or young: And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,...said in mastery while I strove, "Guess now who holds thec?"—"Death," I said. But, there, The silver answer rang. ..." Not Death, but Love." XXXVI. When... | |
 | 1882 - 784 страница
...Nor quite unleaved our songless grove. (A little Whue, p. 328). ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING (idem). Straightway I was 'ware, So weeping, how a mystic...The silver answer rang, — „Not Death, but Love." (Love; p. 272). ROBERT BROWSING (idem). Poor little place, where its one priest cornea On a festa-day... | |
 | William Cleaver Wilkinson - 1882 - 312 страница
...called by her in modest concealment of their really autobiographical character. The representation, A mystic Shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair, seems, unless you understand the classic allusion implied, a mar to the otherwise perfect finish of... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883 - 734 страница
...mortals, old or young : And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, 1 saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,...silver answer rang — •' Not Death, but Love.' IV. Thou hast thy calling to some palace floor, Most gracious singer of high poems ! where The dancers... | |
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Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in a gracious hand appears To bear a gift for mortals, old or young: And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy... 
