Lyric, dramatic, and elegiac poemsMacmillan and Company, 1881 |
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... pines slope , the cloud - strips Hung soft in their heads . No life but , at moments , The mountain - bee's hum . -I come , O ye mountains ! Ye pine - woods , I come ! Forgive me forgive me ! Ah , Marguerite , fain Would these arms ...
... pines slope , the cloud - strips Hung soft in their heads . No life but , at moments , The mountain - bee's hum . -I come , O ye mountains ! Ye pine - woods , I come ! Forgive me forgive me ! Ah , Marguerite , fain Would these arms ...
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... the brilliant mountain - crests , And on the highest pines ; but farther down , Here in the valley , is in shade ; the sward Is dark , and on the stream the mist still hangs ; One sees one's foot - prints crush'd in the wet.
... the brilliant mountain - crests , And on the highest pines ; but farther down , Here in the valley , is in shade ; the sward Is dark , and on the stream the mist still hangs ; One sees one's foot - prints crush'd in the wet.
Página 80
... pines That climb from the stream's edge , the long grey tufts , Which the goats love , are jewell'd thick with dew . Here will I stay till the slow litter comes . I have my harp too - that is well . - Apollo ! What mortal could be sick ...
... pines That climb from the stream's edge , the long grey tufts , Which the goats love , are jewell'd thick with dew . Here will I stay till the slow litter comes . I have my harp too - that is well . - Apollo ! What mortal could be sick ...
Página 87
... - side , under the pines . I must rejoin Empedocles . Do thou Crouch in the brushwood till the mules have pass'd ; Then play thy kind part well . Farewell till night ! SCENE II . Noon . A Glen on the highest EMPEDOCLES ON ETNA . 87.
... - side , under the pines . I must rejoin Empedocles . Do thou Crouch in the brushwood till the mules have pass'd ; Then play thy kind part well . Farewell till night ! SCENE II . Noon . A Glen on the highest EMPEDOCLES ON ETNA . 87.
Página 267
... sweet Tender Virgil ! no tomb On Ravenna sands , in the shade Of Ravenna pines , for a high Austere Dante ! no grave By the Avon side , in the bright Stratford meadows , for thee , Shakspeare ! loveliest of HEINE'S GRAVE . 267.
... sweet Tender Virgil ! no tomb On Ravenna sands , in the shade Of Ravenna pines , for a high Austere Dante ! no grave By the Avon side , in the bright Stratford meadows , for thee , Shakspeare ! loveliest of HEINE'S GRAVE . 267.
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Términos y frases comunes
Allière Alpine anchorites Asopus behold breast breath bright brow Callicles calm Charlotte Brontë Circe circle weaves clear cool cries dark dead death deep divine dost doth dream earth Emily Brontë Empedocles Erytheia eternal eyes Fable and dream fame fate feel fields flowers gaze Glion gloom Goddess Gods Goethe gone GRANDE CHARTREUSE grass grave green grey hair hath hear heart hills hour Iacchus knew leave light Lityerses live lone long'd mists moonlit mortal mountains night o'er Obermann once pain pale pass pass'd Pausanias Phrygian pines praise rest rock round Senancour shade shepherd shine sleep smiles snow soft soul spirit stand stars strain stream strife sweet tears Thebes thee thine thou art thou hast thought Thyrsis Tiresias to-night trees Vevey Vext voice wandering wast wave weary wild wind youth
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Página 66 - 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.
Página 17 - YES! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
Página 213 - O'er the blue Midland waters with the gale, Betwixt the Syrtes and soft Sicily To where the Atlantic raves Outside the Western Straits, and unbent sails There, where down cloudy cliffs, through sheets of foam, Shy traffickers, the dark Iberians come ; And on the beach undid his corded bales.
Página 176 - With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone ; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day, and wish 'twere done. Not till the hours of light return, All we have built do we discern.
Página 201 - Go, for they call you, Shepherd, from the hill; Go, Shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes: No longer leave thy wistful flock unfed, Nor let thy bawling fellows rack their throats, Nor the cropp'd grasses shoot another head. But when the fields are still, And the tired men and dogs all gone to rest...
Página 174 - WEARY of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow I stand, which bears me Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea. And a look of passionate desire • O'er the sea and to the stars I send: "Ye who from my childhood up have calmed me, Calm me, ah, compose me to the end! "Ah, once more...
Página 65 - DOVER BEACH The sea is calm tonight, 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 280 - 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.
Página 228 - He too upon a wintry clime Had fallen — on this iron time Of doubts, disputes, distractions, fears. He found us when the age had bound Our souls in its benumbing round: He spoke, and loos'd our heart in tears.
Página 212 - And snatch'd his rudder, and shook out more sail, And day and night held on indignantly O'er the blue Midland waters with the gale...