New PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1867 - 208 sider |
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Side 43
... Phrygian flutes to tame , To the Phrygian highlands came ! Where the long green reed - beds sway In the rippled waters gray Of that solitary lake Where Mæander's springs are born ; Where the ridged pine - wooded roots Of Messogis ...
... Phrygian flutes to tame , To the Phrygian highlands came ! Where the long green reed - beds sway In the rippled waters gray Of that solitary lake Where Mæander's springs are born ; Where the ridged pine - wooded roots Of Messogis ...
Side 45
... Phrygian girls , Whom the summer evening sees Flashing in the dance's whirls Underneath the starlit trees In the mountain villages . Therefore now Olympus stands , At his master's piteous cries Pressing fast with both his hands His ...
... Phrygian girls , Whom the summer evening sees Flashing in the dance's whirls Underneath the starlit trees In the mountain villages . Therefore now Olympus stands , At his master's piteous cries Pressing fast with both his hands His ...
Side 67
... I trow , the mighty Mother doth not see ! ) Within a folding of the Apennine , Thou hearest the immortal strains of old . Putting his sickle to the perilous grain In the hot cornfield of the Phrygian king , For THYRSIS . 67.
... I trow , the mighty Mother doth not see ! ) Within a folding of the Apennine , Thou hearest the immortal strains of old . Putting his sickle to the perilous grain In the hot cornfield of the Phrygian king , For THYRSIS . 67.
Side 68
Matthew Arnold. In the hot cornfield of the Phrygian king , For thee the Lityerses song again Young Daphnis with his silver voice doth sing ; Sings his Sicilian fold , His sheep , his hapless love , his blinded eyes ; And how a call ...
Matthew Arnold. In the hot cornfield of the Phrygian king , For thee the Lityerses song again Young Daphnis with his silver voice doth sing ; Sings his Sicilian fold , His sheep , his hapless love , his blinded eyes ; And how a call ...
Side 87
... Phrygian sect which cried : " Him can no fount of fresh forgiveness lave , " Who sins , once washed by the baptismal wave ! " So spake the fierce Tertullian . But she sighed , The infant Church ; of love she felt the tide Stream on her ...
... Phrygian sect which cried : " Him can no fount of fresh forgiveness lave , " Who sins , once washed by the baptismal wave ! " So spake the fierce Tertullian . But she sighed , The infant Church ; of love she felt the tide Stream on her ...
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Agrigentum Beethoven bliss blow Brandan breath bright brow Calais CALLICLES calm Carnac Catana charm Children of men cries crown Cumnor dark dead death deep divine doth dreams earth EMPEDOCLES EMPEDOCLES ON ETNA Etna eyes feel fields flowers flute forever gaze gloom glow Gods gone grass grave gray hair harp hast hath heart heaven Heine hills human knew LAOCOÖN life's light live lonely look lyre Marsyas mind Montbovon morn mount mountain mules Muse night o'er Obermann once outworn pain Parmenides pass past PAUSANIAS Peisianax Phrygian poet repose rest rock roll round Saint scorn shade shine silent soft soul spell spirit stars stream strife sweet swell thee thine things thou art thought Thyrsis to-night trees Valais Vext voice wandering waves weary wind ye stars youth
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Side 99 - 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.
Side 65 - It irk'd him to be here, he could not rest. He loved each simple joy the country yields, He loved his mates; but yet he could not keep, For that a shadow lour'd on the fields, Here with the shepherds and the silly sheep.
Side 100 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. 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...
Side 184 - Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born, With nowhere yet to rest my head, Like these, on earth I wait forlorn. Their faith, my tears, the world deride; I come to shed them at their side.
Side 117 - PALLADIUM. Set where the upper streams of Simois flow Was the Palladium, high 'mid rock and wood ; And Hector was in Ilium, far below, And fought, and saw it not — but there it stood ! It stood, and sun and moonshine rain'd their light On the pure columns of its glen-built hall. Backward and forward roll'd the waves of fight Round Troy — but while this stood, Troy could not falL So, in its lovely moonlight, lives the soul.
Side 101 - TEN years ! — and to my waking eye Once more the roofs of Berne appear ; The rocky banks, the terrace high, The stream ! — and do I linger here ? The clouds are on the Oberland, The Jungfrau snows look faint and far ; But bright are those green fields at hand, And through those fields comes down the Aar...
Side 67 - And scent of hay new-mown. But Thyrsis never more we swains shall see! See him come back, and cut a smoother reed, And blow a strain the world at last shall heed — For Time, not Corydon, hath conquer'd thee.
Side 99 - Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
Side 158 - Children of men ! the unseen Power, whose eye For ever doth accompany mankind, Hath look'd on no religion scornfully That men did ever find. ' Which has not taught weak wills how much they can ? Which has not fall'n on the dry heart like rain? Which has not cried to sunk, self-weary man : Thou must be born again...
Side 182 - And white uplifted faces stand, Passing the Host from hand to hand; Each takes, and then his visage wan Is buried in his cowl once more. The cells, — the suffering Son of Man Upon the wall!