A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895: Selections Illustrating the Editor's Critical Review of British Poetry in the Reign of Victoria, Volumen1Edmund Clarence Stedman Riverside Press, 1895 |
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... thou go and help Echion at the hill , to bark yon oak And lop its branches off , before we delve About the trunk and ply the root with axe : This we may do in winter . " Rhaicos went ; For thence he could see farther , and see more Of ...
... thou go and help Echion at the hill , to bark yon oak And lop its branches off , before we delve About the trunk and ply the root with axe : This we may do in winter . " Rhaicos went ; For thence he could see farther , and see more Of ...
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... thou art beautiful ) disturb the source Whence springs all beauty ? Hast thou never heard Of Hamadryads ? Rhaicos . Heard of them I have : Tell me some tale about them . May I sit Beside thy feet ? Art thou not tired ? The herbs Are ...
... thou art beautiful ) disturb the source Whence springs all beauty ? Hast thou never heard Of Hamadryads ? Rhaicos . Heard of them I have : Tell me some tale about them . May I sit Beside thy feet ? Art thou not tired ? The herbs Are ...
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... Thou hast not many moons to wait until The bees have done their best ; if then there come Nor wax nor honey , let the tree be hewn . " " Zeus hath bestow'd on thee a prudent❘ mind , " Said the glad sire : " but look thou often there ...
... Thou hast not many moons to wait until The bees have done their best ; if then there come Nor wax nor honey , let the tree be hewn . " " Zeus hath bestow'd on thee a prudent❘ mind , " Said the glad sire : " but look thou often there ...
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... thou art lying faint along the couch , Have tied the sandal to thy veined feet , And stand beside thee , ready to convey Thy weary steps where other rivers flow . Refreshing shades will waft thy weariness Away , and voices like thine ...
... thou art lying faint along the couch , Have tied the sandal to thy veined feet , And stand beside thee , ready to convey Thy weary steps where other rivers flow . Refreshing shades will waft thy weariness Away , and voices like thine ...
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... thou at length hast made me sage , If I am sage in aught . Little I know from other men , Too little they from me , But thou hast pointed well the pen That writes these lines to thee . Thanks for expelling Fear and Hope , One vile , the ...
... thou at length hast made me sage , If I am sage in aught . Little I know from other men , Too little they from me , But thou hast pointed well the pen That writes these lines to thee . Thanks for expelling Fear and Hope , One vile , the ...
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Página 224 - DOVER BEACH THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone ; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Página 195 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Página 120 - Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers. One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers. Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, — Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses. Where was her home ? Who was her father? Who was her mother ? Had she a sister ? Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other?
Página 194 - Myself not least, but honour'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Página 224 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Página 340 - Chequer-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.
Página 193 - To dream and dream, like yonder amber light, Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whisper'd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
Página 197 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 57 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me. I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead Thou me on!
Página 114 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.