Prometheus Bound, and Other Poems: Including Sonnets from the Portuguese, Casa Guidi Windows, EtcC.S. Francis & Company, 1852 - 225 páginas |
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... deep , deep Tartarus , I would he had hurled me adown ! I would he had plunged me , fastened thus In the knotted chain , with the savage clang , All into the dark , where there should be none , Neither god nor another , to laugh and see ...
... deep , deep Tartarus , I would he had hurled me adown ! I would he had plunged me , fastened thus In the knotted chain , with the savage clang , All into the dark , where there should be none , Neither god nor another , to laugh and see ...
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... deep as hell , — And , for that wrong , I bow down in these pangs , Dreadful to suffer , mournful to behold , — And I , who pitied man , am thought myself Unworthy pity , -while I render out Deep rhythms of anguish ' neath the harping ...
... deep as hell , — And , for that wrong , I bow down in these pangs , Dreadful to suffer , mournful to behold , — And I , who pitied man , am thought myself Unworthy pity , -while I render out Deep rhythms of anguish ' neath the harping ...
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... me , Who now am grieving ! -for grief walks the earth , And sits down at the foot of each by turns . Chorus . We hear the deep clash of thy words , Prometheus , and obey ! And I spring with a rapid foot away From the 20 PROMETHEUS BOUND .
... me , Who now am grieving ! -for grief walks the earth , And sits down at the foot of each by turns . Chorus . We hear the deep clash of thy words , Prometheus , and obey ! And I spring with a rapid foot away From the 20 PROMETHEUS BOUND .
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... deep - voiced grief . 2d Strophe . Mourn the virgins , ' habitant Of the Colchian land , Who with white , calm bosoms , stand In the battle's roar- Mourn the Scythian tribes that haunt The verge of earth , Mæotis ' shore- 2d Antistrophe ...
... deep - voiced grief . 2d Strophe . Mourn the virgins , ' habitant Of the Colchian land , Who with white , calm bosoms , stand In the battle's roar- Mourn the Scythian tribes that haunt The verge of earth , Mæotis ' shore- 2d Antistrophe ...
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... deep , All famine - worn , he follows me , And his waxen reed doth undersound The waters round , And giveth a measure that giveth sleep . Woe , woe , woe ! Where shall my weary course be done ? — What wouldst thou with me , Saturn's son ...
... deep , All famine - worn , he follows me , And his waxen reed doth undersound The waters round , And giveth a measure that giveth sleep . Woe , woe , woe ! Where shall my weary course be done ? — What wouldst thou with me , Saturn's son ...
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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 149 - IF thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say " I love her for her smile . . her look . . her way Of speaking gently, . . for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day...
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 144 - ... gracious singer of high poems! where The dancers will break footing, from the care Of watching up thy pregnant lips for more. And dost thou lift this house's latch too poor For hand of thine? and canst thou think and bear To let thy music drop here unaware In folds of golden fulness at my door? Look up and see the casement broken in, The bats and owlets builders in the roof! My cricket chirps against thy mandolin. Hush, call no echo up in further proof Of desolation! there's a voice within That...
Página 152 - ... footprint, heard the silence sink £ .No moment at thy voice, . . but link by link Went counting all my chains as if that so They never could fall off at any blow Struck by thy possible hand .... why, thus I drink Of life's great cup of wonder. Wonderful, Never to feel thee thrill the day or night...
Página 155 - MY 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 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 ! A MAN'S REQUIREMENTS.
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 99 - I HAVE a smiling face, she said, I have a jest for all I meet, I have a garland for my head And all its flowers are sweet, — And so you call me gay, she said.
Página 149 - For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee, - and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, — A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.