Poems and Ballads, Volumen1John Camden Hotten, 1866 - 344 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
ANTIPHONE Aphrodite Atalanta in Calydon bitter blood blossom body bosom breast breath brows burn colour curled dead dear mither death delight dream earth eyelids face fair fair lord Faustine fear feet fire flame flesh flowers foam fruit glad God's gods gold grass green hair hands hast hath head heart heaven HIPPOLYTUS JOHN CAMDEN HOTTEN king kiss Lady of Pain laugh leaves light live Lord love's lovers maiden man's mill-water mother mouth night pale Pasiphae pleasure PROSERPINE psalteries queen raiment rain rose round sake Sappho Semiramis shame sharp shawms shed sighs sight sing slain sleep soft song sorrow soul sound sting strong sweet Swinburne tears tell me hither tender thee thereof things thou art Thou shalt throat thy lips twain WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR weep wilt thou wind wine wings word wot I hae
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Página 79 - Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath; We have drunken of things Lethean, and fed on the fullness of death. Laurel is green for a season, and love is sweet for a day; But love grows bitter with treason, and laurel outlives not May.
Página 120 - We'd shine and snow together Ere March made sweet the weather With daffodil and starling And hours of fruitful breath; If you were life, my darling, And I your love were death. If you were thrall to sorrow, And I were page to joy...
Página 198 - Though one were strong as seven, He too with death shall dwell, Nor wake with wings in heaven, Nor weep for pains in hell; Though one were fair as roses, His beauty clouds and closes; And well though love reposes, In the end it is not well.
Página 119 - If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf. If I were what the words are, And love were like the tune, With double sound and single Delight our lips would mingle, With kisses glad as birds are That get sweet rain at noon ; If I were what the words are And love were like the tune.
Página 54 - As love came close to you, breast to breast. 1 shall never be friends again with roses ; I shall loathe sweet tunes, where a note grown strong Relents and recoils, and climbs and closes, As a wave of the sea turned back by song. There are sounds where the soul's delight takes fire, Face to face with its own desire ; A delight that rebels, a desire that reposes ; I shall hate sweet music my whole life long.
Página 52 - There lived a singer in France of old By the tideless dolorous midland sea. In a land of sand and ruin and gold There shone one woman, and none but she. And finding life for her love's sake fail, Being fain to see her, he bade set sail, Touched land, and saw her as life grew cold, And praised Cod, seeing; and so died he. Died, praising God for his gift and grace: For she bowed down to him weeping, and said "Live"; and her tears were shed on his face Or ever the life in his face was shed.
Página 156 - Shall never smile and turn and rest On mine as there, Nor one most sacred hand be prest Upon my hair. I came as one whose thoughts half linger, Half run before ; The youngest to the oldest singer That England bore. I found him whom I shall not find Till all grief end, In holiest age our mightiest mind, Father and friend.
Página 80 - All delicate days and pleasant, all spirits and sorrows are cast Far out with the foam of the present that sweeps to the surf of the past: Where beyond the extreme sea-wall, and between the remote sea-gates, Waste water washes, and tall ships founder, and deep death waits...
Página 51 - ... shall sleep and move with the moving ships, Change as the winds change, veer in the tide; My lips will feast on the foam of thy lips, I shall rise with thy rising, with thee subside; Sleep, and not know if she be, if she were, Filled full with life to the eyes and hair, As a rose is fulfilled to the rose-leaf tips With splendid summer and perfume and pride.
Página 53 - Live;" and her tears were shed on his face Or ever the life in his face was shed. The sharp tears fell through her hair, and stung Once, and her close lips touched him and clung Once, and grew one with his lips for a space; And so drew back, and the man was dead.