Prometheus Bound, and Other Poems: Including Sonnets from the Portuguese, Casa Guidi Windows, EtcC. S. Francis, 1851 - 234 páginas |
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... holy Æther , and swift- winged Winds , And River - wells , and laughter infinite Of yon Sea - waves ! Earth , mother of us all , And all - viewing cyclic Sun , I cry on you ! - Behold me a god , what I endure from gods ! Behold , with ...
... holy Æther , and swift- winged Winds , And River - wells , and laughter infinite Of yon Sea - waves ! Earth , mother of us all , And all - viewing cyclic Sun , I cry on you ! - Behold me a god , what I endure from gods ! Behold , with ...
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... holy air The track of birds- And I drop to the rugged ground , and , there , Await the tale of thy despair . Enter OCEANUS . Oceanus . I reach the bourne of my weary road , Where I could see and answer thee , Prometheus , in thine agony ...
... holy air The track of birds- And I drop to the rugged ground , and , there , Await the tale of thy despair . Enter OCEANUS . Oceanus . I reach the bourne of my weary road , Where I could see and answer thee , Prometheus , in thine agony ...
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... from his breast , Uplifts his sceptre manifest Over the gods of old . 1st Antistrophe . All the land is moaning With a murmured plaint to - day ! All the mortal nations , Having habitations Near the holy 3 PROMETHEUS BOUND . 25.
... from his breast , Uplifts his sceptre manifest Over the gods of old . 1st Antistrophe . All the land is moaning With a murmured plaint to - day ! All the mortal nations , Having habitations Near the holy 3 PROMETHEUS BOUND . 25.
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... holy Asia , Are a dirge entoning For thine honor and thy brother's , Once majestic beyond others In the old belief , - Now are groaning in the groaning Of thy deep - voiced grief . 2d Strophe . Mourn the virgins , ' habitant Of the ...
... holy Asia , Are a dirge entoning For thine honor and thy brother's , Once majestic beyond others In the old belief , - Now are groaning in the groaning Of thy deep - voiced grief . 2d Strophe . Mourn the virgins , ' habitant Of the ...
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... Tis too early yet For thee to learn it : ask no more . Chorus . Thy secret may be holy ? Prometheus . Perhaps Turn thy mind To another matter ! this , it is not time To speak abroad , but to veil utterly In silence PROMETHEUS BOUND . 29.
... Tis too early yet For thee to learn it : ask no more . Chorus . Thy secret may be holy ? Prometheus . Perhaps Turn thy mind To another matter ! this , it is not time To speak abroad , but to veil utterly In silence PROMETHEUS BOUND . 29.
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Términos y frases comunes
Adonis Æther angels Antistrophe beauty Behold Beloved beneath birds breath brow called Casa Guidi windows cheek child Chorus chrism church Cimabue curse Cypris Cytherea dare dark dead dear death deep didst doth dream drop earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING evermore eyes face fair FAUNUS feet Florence flowers gaze Giotto glory God's gods grave grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hephaestus Hermes holy hope Italy kerchief king kiss leave light lips live look Lorenzo the Magnificent love thee man's MARY HOWITT moan mortals neath night Oceanus pale passion Petrarch pope Prometheus purple rose round sigh sight silence sing smile song sorrow soul speak stand stars stone Strength sweet tears thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thought throne thunder thy soul turn Tuscan twixt voice wandering weep wilt thou go wings words wrong Zeus
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Página 163 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints.
Página 156 - My letters ! all dead paper, mute and white ! And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands which loose the string And let them drop down on my knee to-night, This said, — he wished to have me in his sight Once, as a friend: this fixed a...
Página 125 - Unless you can muse in a crowd all day On the absent face that fixed you; Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unless you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behoving and unbehoving; Unless you can die when the dream is past — Oh, never call it loving!
Página 152 - a cuckoo-song," as thou dost treat it, Remember never to the hill or plain, Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain, Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed ! Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain Cry . . speak once more . . thou lovest...
Página 155 - Mr own Beloved, who hast lifted me From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown, And in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown A life-breath, till the forehead hopefully Shines out again, as all the angels see, Before thy saving kiss ! My own, my own, Who earnest to me when the world was gone, And I who looked for only God, found thee!
Página 128 - Love me in thy gorgeous airs, When the world has crowned thee; Love me, kneeling at thy prayers, With the angels round thee.
Página 115 - ... lives very high ! But if you look above the pines You cannot see our God. And why ? And if you dig down in the mines You never see Him in the gold, Though from Him all that's glory shines. God is so good, He wears a fold Of heaven and earth across His face — Like secrets kept, for love, untold. But still I feel that His embrace Slides down by thrills, through all things made, Through sight and sound of every place : As if my tender mother laid On my shut lids, her kisses' pressure, Half- waking...
Página 167 - Neath Casa Guidi windows, by the church, O bella liberta, O bella ! stringing The same words still on notes he went in search So high for, you concluded the upspringing Of such a nimble bird to sky from perch Must leave the whole bush in a tremble green, And that the heart of Italy must beat, While such a voice had leave to rise serene 'Twixt...
Página 144 - I LIFT my heavy heart up solemnly, As once Electra her sepulchral urn, And looking in thine eyes, I overturn The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see What a great heap of grief lay hid in me, And how the red wild sparkles dimly burn Through the ashen grayness.
Página 145 - Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before.