Selections from [his] Poetical WorksSmith, Elder & Company, 1874 |
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... our fisher arrive , And pitch down his basket before us , all trembling alive , With pink and grey jellies , your sea - fruit ; you touch the strange lumps , And mouths gape there , eyes open , all manner 180 The Englishman in Italy .
... our fisher arrive , And pitch down his basket before us , all trembling alive , With pink and grey jellies , your sea - fruit ; you touch the strange lumps , And mouths gape there , eyes open , all manner 180 The Englishman in Italy .
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... - apple lies pulpy and red , All the young ones are kneeling and filling their laps with the snails Tempted out by this first rainy weather , -your best of regales , As to - night will be proved to my sorrow The Englishman in Italy . 181.
... - apple lies pulpy and red , All the young ones are kneeling and filling their laps with the snails Tempted out by this first rainy weather , -your best of regales , As to - night will be proved to my sorrow The Englishman in Italy . 181.
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... half black ! How the old twisted olive trunks shudder , the medlars let fall Their hard fruit , and the brittle great fig - trees snap off , figs and all , For here comes the whole of the tempest ! no 182 The Englishman in Italy .
... half black ! How the old twisted olive trunks shudder , the medlars let fall Their hard fruit , and the brittle great fig - trees snap off , figs and all , For here comes the whole of the tempest ! no 182 The Englishman in Italy .
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... e'en grudged ' Mid the rock - chasms and piles of loose stones like the loose broken teeth Of some monster which climbed there to die , from the ocean beneath- Place was grudged to the silver - grey fume - The Englishman in Italy . 183.
... e'en grudged ' Mid the rock - chasms and piles of loose stones like the loose broken teeth Of some monster which climbed there to die , from the ocean beneath- Place was grudged to the silver - grey fume - The Englishman in Italy . 183.
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... that tells us what life is , so clear ? -The secret they sang to Ulysses when , ages ago , He heard and he knew this life's secret , I hear and I know . Ah , see ! The sun breaks o'er Calvano . The Englishman in Italy . 185.
... that tells us what life is , so clear ? -The secret they sang to Ulysses when , ages ago , He heard and he knew this life's secret , I hear and I know . Ah , see ! The sun breaks o'er Calvano . The Englishman in Italy . 185.
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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?