PublicationsReeves and Turner., 1888 - 92 pàgines |
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Pàgina xxiv
... till in death they meet : But he loved all things ever . " H. BUXTON FORMAN . 46 MARLBOROUGH HILL , ST . JOHN'S WOOD , October 1888 . Page 60 , lines 11-14 . Whether lax , licentious , or eccentric in its construction or diction , I do ...
... till in death they meet : But he loved all things ever . " H. BUXTON FORMAN . 46 MARLBOROUGH HILL , ST . JOHN'S WOOD , October 1888 . Page 60 , lines 11-14 . Whether lax , licentious , or eccentric in its construction or diction , I do ...
Pàgina 6
... Till our mournful talk be done . HELEN . Alas ! not there ; I cannot bear The murmur of this lake to hear . A sound from thee , Rosalind dear , Which never yet I heard elsewhere But in our native land , recurs , Even here where now we ...
... Till our mournful talk be done . HELEN . Alas ! not there ; I cannot bear The murmur of this lake to hear . A sound from thee , Rosalind dear , Which never yet I heard elsewhere But in our native land , recurs , Even here where now we ...
Pàgina 8
... till I come . We only cried with joy to see each other ; We are quite merry now : Good night . The boy Lifted a sudden look upon his mother , And in the gleam of forced and hollow joy Which lightened o'er her face , laughed with the ...
... till I come . We only cried with joy to see each other ; We are quite merry now : Good night . The boy Lifted a sudden look upon his mother , And in the gleam of forced and hollow joy Which lightened o'er her face , laughed with the ...
Pàgina 11
... Till a naked child came wandering by , When the fiend would change to a lady fair ! A fearful tale ! The truth was worse : For here a sister and a brother Had solemnized a monstrous curse , Meeting in this fair solitude : For beneath ...
... Till a naked child came wandering by , When the fiend would change to a lady fair ! A fearful tale ! The truth was worse : For here a sister and a brother Had solemnized a monstrous curse , Meeting in this fair solitude : For beneath ...
Pàgina 14
... Till her thoughts were free to float and flow ; And from her labouring bosom now , Like the bursting of a prisoned flame , The voice of a long pent sorrow came . ROSALIND . I saw the dark earth fall upon The coffin ; and I saw the stone ...
... Till her thoughts were free to float and flow ; And from her labouring bosom now , Like the bursting of a prisoned flame , The voice of a long pent sorrow came . ROSALIND . I saw the dark earth fall upon The coffin ; and I saw the stone ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 80 - Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and blossoming, Sudden, thy shadow fell on me ; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy ! I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine : have I not kept the vow...
Pàgina 73 - Apennine In the south dimly islanded ; And the Alps, whose snows are spread High between the clouds and sun ; And of living things each one ; And my spirit, which so long Darkened this swift stream of song, — Interpenetrated lie By the glory of the sky...
Pàgina 82 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read...
Pàgina 81 - That thou, O awful Loveliness, Wouldst give whate'er these words cannot express.
Pàgina 48 - Heardst thou not sweet words among That heaven-resounding minstrelsy ! - Heardst thou not, that those who die Awake in a world of ecstasy ? That love, when limbs are interwoven, And sleep, when the night of life is cloven, And thought, to the world's dim boundaries clinging, And music, when one beloved is singing, Is death ? Let us drain right joyously The cup which the sweet bird fills for me.
Pàgina 64 - On the level quivering line Of the waters crystalline ; And before that chasm of light, As within a furnace bright, Column, tower, and dome, and spire, Shine like obelisks of fire...
Pàgina 71 - In thine halls the lamp of learning, Padua, now no more is burning; Like a meteor whose wild way Is lost over the grave of day, It gleams betrayed and to betray.
Pàgina 69 - Men must reap the things they sow, Force from force must ever flow, Or worse ; but 'tis a bitter woe That love or reason cannot change The despot's rage, the slave's revenge.
Pàgina 82 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed : And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Pàgina 78 - Why fear and dream and death and birth Cast on the daylight of this earth Such gloom, — why man has such a scope For love and hate, despondency and hope?