Poems, Volume 1J. Miller, 1864 |
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... speak before the world ; nor would it be possible for us to speak of it to one another , with voices that did not falter . Enough , that what is in my heart when I write thus , will be fully known to yours . And my desire is that you ...
... speak before the world ; nor would it be possible for us to speak of it to one another , with voices that did not falter . Enough , that what is in my heart when I write thus , will be fully known to yours . And my desire is that you ...
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... speak Mine own love's tongue ! Adam . Because with her , I stand Upright , as far as can be in this fall , And look away from heaven which doth accuse , And look away from earth which doth convict , Into her face , and crown my ...
... speak Mine own love's tongue ! Adam . Because with her , I stand Upright , as far as can be in this fall , And look away from heaven which doth accuse , And look away from earth which doth convict , Into her face , and crown my ...
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... speak a word , ' Nor struggle to come back beneath the sun Where peradventure I might sin anew Against Thy mercy and his pleasure . Death , ' Oh death , whate'er it be , is good enough ' For such as I am . - While for Adam here ' No ...
... speak a word , ' Nor struggle to come back beneath the sun Where peradventure I might sin anew Against Thy mercy and his pleasure . Death , ' Oh death , whate'er it be , is good enough ' For such as I am . - While for Adam here ' No ...
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... speak wickedly ! I like it best so . Let thy words be wounds , - For , so , I shall not fear thy power to hurt . Trench on the forms of good by open ill- For , so , I shall wax strong and grand with scorn , Scorning myself for ever ...
... speak wickedly ! I like it best so . Let thy words be wounds , - For , so , I shall not fear thy power to hurt . Trench on the forms of good by open ill- For , so , I shall wax strong and grand with scorn , Scorning myself for ever ...
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... speak with him . Go from us , Lucifer , and speak no more ! We have no pardon which thou dost not scorn , Nor any bless , thou seest , for coveting , Nor innocence for staining . Being bereft , We would be alone . - Go . Ah ! ye talk ...
... speak with him . Go from us , Lucifer , and speak no more ! We have no pardon which thou dost not scorn , Nor any bless , thou seest , for coveting , Nor innocence for staining . Being bereft , We would be alone . - Go . Ah ! ye talk ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Adam ADAM and EVE Adonis Ador adown æther angel antistrophe beauty behold beloved beneath birds blessed breath bride brow calm child Chorus crown curse Cytherea dark dead death deep Dost thou doth dread dream drop Earth Spirits evermore eyes face fair fear gaze glory God's gods grief hand harken hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly Hephaestus Hermes holy kiss lady light lips look Lucifer Margret moan mortals mother neath night o'er Oceanus pain pale passion phantasm pity poet Poet voices prayed prayer Prometheus river floweth round scorn semichorus seraph shine sight silence smile song sorrow soul sound spake speak stars steed stood strophe sweet tears thee thine things Thou art thou hast thought throne thunder Toll slowly tread tremble Twixt unto utter vow to thee wail ween weep wild wind wings word Zerah Zeus
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Página 371 - He tore out a reed, the great god Pan, From the deep, cool bed of the river; The limpid water turbidly ran, And the broken lilies a-dying lay, And the dragon-fly had fled away Ere he brought it out of the river.
Página 372 - Then, dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed, He blew in power by the river. Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan, Piercing sweet by the river ! Blinding sweet, O great god Pan The sun on the hill forgot to die, And the lilies revived, and the dragonfly Came back to dream on the river.
Página 354 - The Age culls simples, With a broad clown's back turned broadly to the glory of the stars. We are gods by our own reck'ning, and may well shut up the temples, And wield on, amid the incense-steam, the thunder of our cars. ' For we throw out acclamations of selfthanking, self-admiring, With, at every mile run faster, — " O the wondrous wondrous age...
Página 331 - And the first time, I will send A white rosebud for a guerdon, — And the second time, a glove ; But the third time — I may bend From my pride, and answer — ' Pardon, If he comes to take my love.
Página 330 - Then, ay, then he shall kneel low, With the red-roan steed anear him Which shall seem to understand, Till I answer, 'Rise and go! For the world must love and fear him Whom I gift with heart and hand.
Página 310 - Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west, Toll slowly. And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness, — Round our restlessness, His rest.
Página 329 - I will have a lover Riding on a steed of steeds : He shall love me without guile, And to him I will discover The swan's nest among the reeds. "And the steed shall be red-roan, And the lover shall be noble, With an eye that takes the breath : And the lute he plays upon shall strike ladies into trouble As his sword strikes men to death.
Página 6 - I used to be, it is my fancy thus to seem to return to a visible personal dependence on you, as if indeed I were a child again ; to conjure your beloved image between myself and the public, so as to be sure of one smile ; and to satisfy my heart, while I sanctify my ambition, by associating with the great pursuit of my life its tenderest and holiest affection.
Página 332 - Xv. Little Ellie, with her smile Not yet ended, rose up gaily, Tied the bonnet, donned the shoe, And went homeward, round a mile, Just to see, as she did daily, What more eggs were with the two. Pushing through the elm-tree copse, Winding up the stream, light-hearted, Where the osier pathway leads, Past the boughs she stoops — and stops. Lo, the wild swan had deserted, And a rat had gnawed the reeds ! XVII.
Página 355 - SOULS as nobly as our iron, Or if angels will commend us at the goal of pilgrimage. ' Why, what is this patient entrance into nature's deep resources, But the child's most gradual learning to walk upright without bane ? When we drive out, from the cloud of steam, majestical white horses, Are...