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Anna Goldhair Antony Beata beauty better Biorn Blumig Breite Browning Browning's Burial-wife Caliban called character charm Colestin color comes death door drama dream Duke of Gotland earth Emerson Ephraim Ernest evil expression eyes father feel Franzel Frithiof Giaconda girl give Glumm goes Gottlieb Guenevere Hamlet hand heart heaven Hildebrandt Homeric Hovey's human ideal Ingibiorg Jacquerie Joseph King Ring laugh light living look Lorbass lord Macbeth Marshes of Glynn master Mattern means mind moral nature never night once Ophelia passion play poem poet Poet-lore poet's poetic poetry Polonius Queen Richard Hovey scene Schindler seems sentiency Shakespeare Skoll smile song Sordello soul speak spirit stand story sword Taliesin tell thee things thou hast thought Tine tion to-day Tragic Comedians verse voice wife woman women words Young Prince
Pàgina 450 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
Pàgina 549 - 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. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho
Pàgina 548 - And taste, to him the gushing of the wave Far far away did seem to mourn and rave On alien shores...
Pàgina 554 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Pàgina 585 - ... noise Of bagpipers on distant Highland hills. The Shepherd, at such warning, of his flock Bethought him, and he to himself would say, 'The winds are now devising work for me!
Pàgina 71 - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Pàgina 77 - EXPERIENCE THE lords of life, the lords of life, I saw them pass, In their own guise, Like and unlike, Portly and grim, Use and Surprise, Surface and Dream, Succession swift, and spectral Wrong, Temperament without a tongue, And the inventor of the game Omnipresent without name;— Some to see, some to be guessed, They marched from east to west: Little man, least of all, Among the legs of his guardians...
Pàgina 390 - As the eyes of Lyncaeus were said to see through the earth, so the poet turns the world to glass, and shows us all things in their right series and procession.
Pàgina 554 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.