Endymion, a Poetic RomanceH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1818 - 242 páginas |
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... green world they live in ; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make ' Gainst the hot season ; the mid forest brake , Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk - rose blooms : And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have ...
... green world they live in ; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make ' Gainst the hot season ; the mid forest brake , Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk - rose blooms : And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have ...
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... green Of our own vallies : so I will begin Now while I cannot hear the city's din ; Now while the early budders are just new , And run in mazes of the youngest hue About old forests ; while the willow trails Its delicate amber ; and the ...
... green Of our own vallies : so I will begin Now while I cannot hear the city's din ; Now while the early budders are just new , And run in mazes of the youngest hue About old forests ; while the willow trails Its delicate amber ; and the ...
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... green , that I may speed Easily onward , thorough flowers and weed . Upon the sides of Latmos was outspread A mighty forest ; for the moist earth fed So plenteously all weed - hidden roots Into o'er - hanging boughs , and precious ...
... green , that I may speed Easily onward , thorough flowers and weed . Upon the sides of Latmos was outspread A mighty forest ; for the moist earth fed So plenteously all weed - hidden roots Into o'er - hanging boughs , and precious ...
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... Green'd over April's lap ? No howling sad Sickens our fearful ewes ; and we have had Great bounty from Endymion our lord . The earth is glad the merry lark has pour'd His early song against yon breezy sky , That spreads so clear o'er ...
... Green'd over April's lap ? No howling sad Sickens our fearful ewes ; and we have had Great bounty from Endymion our lord . The earth is glad the merry lark has pour'd His early song against yon breezy sky , That spreads so clear o'er ...
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... green ; And that , alas ! is death . No , I can trace Something more high perplexing in thy face ! " Endymion look'd at her , and press'd her hand , And said , " Art thou so pale , who wast so bland 510 And merry in our meadows ? How is ...
... green ; And that , alas ! is death . No , I can trace Something more high perplexing in thy face ! " Endymion look'd at her , and press'd her hand , And said , " Art thou so pale , who wast so bland 510 And merry in our meadows ? How is ...
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Adieu airy anon Arethusa Art thou Bacchus behold beneath bliss blue bosom bower breast breath bright Carian cheek chidden clouds cold cool Cupid dark death deep Dian's didst dost doth dream dreary ears earth Elysium Endymion Eolian eyes faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle goddess golden golden palace green grief hand happy hast thou head heart heaven Heaven's gates immortal kiss Latmian leaves light lips lonely lute lyre maid melt Morpheus mortal mossy Naiads Neptune Nereids night nymph o'er once pass'd Peona Phoebus pinions rill ring-dove rose round Scylla seem'd shalt sigh silent silver sing sleep slumber smile soft sorrow soul spake stept strange streams sudden sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art Thou wast thought trees trembling twas Vex'd voice weep whence wild wilt wind wings wonders young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 173 - I sure must be, To lose in grieving all my maiden prime. 'Come then, Sorrow, Sweetest Sorrow! Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast: I thought to leave thee, And deceive thee, But now of all the world I love thee best. 'There is not one, No, no, not one But thee to comfort a poor lonely maid; Thou art her mother, And her brother, Her playmate, and her wooer in the shade.
Página 170 - Bacchus, young Bacchus! good or ill betide, We dance before him thorough kingdoms wide: — Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our wild minstrelsy!" Whence came ye, jolly Satyrs! whence came ye! So many, and so many, and such glee? Why have ye left your forest haunts, why left Your nuts in oak-tree cleft?
Página 40 - Into a sort of oneness, and our state Is like a floating spirit's. But there are Richer entanglements, enthralments far More self-destroying, leading by degrees, To the chief intensity: the crown of these Is made of love and friendship, and sits high Upon the forehead of humanity.
Página 167 - And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly; She is so constant to me, and so kind: I would deceive her, And so leave her, But ah! she is so constant and so kind.
Página 169 - And as I sat, over the light blue hills There came a noise of revellers : the rills Into the wide stream came of purple hue — 'Twas Bacchus and his crew ! The earnest trumpet spake, and silver thrills From kissing cymbals made a merry din — 'Twas Bacchus and his kin ! Like to a moving vintage down they came, Crown'd with green leaves, and faces all on flame ; All madly dancing through the pleasant valley. To scare thee, Melancholy...
Página 6 - Many and many a verse I hope to write, Before the daisies, vermeil rimmed and white, Hide in deep herbage ; and ere yet the bees Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas, I must be near the middle of my story. O may no wintry season, bare and hoary, See it half finished : but let Autumn bold, With universal tinge of sober gold, Be all about me when I make an end.
Página 5 - I'll smoothly steer My little boat, for many quiet hours, With streams that deepen freshly into bowers. Many and many a verse I hope to write, Before the daisies, vermeil rimm'd and white, 50 Hide in deep herbage ; and ere yet the bees Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas, I must be near the middle of my story.
Página 190 - Of mortals each to each, against the blooms Of flowers, rush of rivers, and the tombs Of heroes gone ! Against his proper glory Has my own soul conspired : so my story Will I to children utter, and repent.
Página 170 - We follow Bacchus! Bacchus on the wing, A conquering! Bacchus, young Bacchus! good or ill betide, We dance before him thorough kingdoms wide: — Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our wild minstrelsy!