Prometheus Bound, and Other Poems: Including Sonnets from the Portuguese, Casa Guidi Windows, EtcC.S. Francis & Company, 1852 - 225 páginas |
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... holds the helm of that Necessity ? Prometheus . The threefold Fates and the unfor- getting Furies . Chorus . Is Zeus less absolute than these are ? Prometheus . And therefore cannot fly what is ordained . Yea , Chorus . What is ordained ...
... holds the helm of that Necessity ? Prometheus . The threefold Fates and the unfor- getting Furies . Chorus . Is Zeus less absolute than these are ? Prometheus . And therefore cannot fly what is ordained . Yea , Chorus . What is ordained ...
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... hold o'er me . So , thou hast heard the past , And if the bitter future thou canst tell , Speak on ! I charge thee , do not flatter me Through pity , with false words ! for , in my mind , Deceiving works more shame than torturing ...
... hold o'er me . So , thou hast heard the past , And if the bitter future thou canst tell , Speak on ! I charge thee , do not flatter me Through pity , with false words ! for , in my mind , Deceiving works more shame than torturing ...
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... holds in preparation , which anon Shall thrust him headlong from his gerent seat , And leave no track behind ! and so the curse His father Chronos muttered in his fall , As he fell from his ancient throne and cursed , Shall be ...
... holds in preparation , which anon Shall thrust him headlong from his gerent seat , And leave no track behind ! and so the curse His father Chronos muttered in his fall , As he fell from his ancient throne and cursed , Shall be ...
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... hold It is a nobler thing to serve this rock Than live a faithful slave to father Zeus- And thus on scorners I retort their scorn . Hermes . It seems that thou dost glory in thy despair . Prometheus . I , glory ? would my foes did glory ...
... hold It is a nobler thing to serve this rock Than live a faithful slave to father Zeus- And thus on scorners I retort their scorn . Hermes . It seems that thou dost glory in thy despair . Prometheus . I , glory ? would my foes did glory ...
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... hold in fee : Her fair superfluous ringlets , without check , Drop after one another down her neck ; As many to each cheek as you might see Green leaves to a wild rose . This sign , outwardly , And a like woman - covering seems to deck ...
... hold in fee : Her fair superfluous ringlets , without check , Drop after one another down her neck ; As many to each cheek as you might see Green leaves to a wild rose . This sign , outwardly , And a like woman - covering seems to deck ...
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Términos y frases comunes
75 cents 87 cents Adonis æther angels Antistrophe Behold Beloved beneath birds breath brow 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 extra gilt eyes face fair FAUNUS feet Florence flowers gaze Giotto glory God's gods grave grief hand Hans Christian Andersen hath hear heart heaven Hephaestus Hermes Hofland holy hope Italy king kiss leave light lips live look love thee man's Maria Edgeworth Mary Howitt moan mortals neath Oceanus pale passion Petrarch pope Prometheus purple rose round sigh sight silence sing smile song sorrow speak stand stars stone Stories sweet tears thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thought throne thunder thy soul turn Tuscan twixt weep wilt thou go 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 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.