Living English Poets MDCCCXCIII.Kegan Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, 1893 - 285 páginas |
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... lips again are stirred : The olden sounds are in his ears ; But still the snake its crest uprears . His eyes are swimming in the mist That films the earth like serpent's breath : And now , as if a serpent hissed , - The husky ...
... lips again are stirred : The olden sounds are in his ears ; But still the snake its crest uprears . His eyes are swimming in the mist That films the earth like serpent's breath : And now , as if a serpent hissed , - The husky ...
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... lips no longer fill The woods with song ; his flute is still . Those lips still quaver to the flute , But fast the life - tide ebbs away ; Those lips now quaver and are mute , But nature throbs in breathless play : Birds are in open ...
... lips no longer fill The woods with song ; his flute is still . Those lips still quaver to the flute , But fast the life - tide ebbs away ; Those lips now quaver and are mute , But nature throbs in breathless play : Birds are in open ...
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... lips their mountain purity ! LYCIUS Lycius ! the female race is all the same ! All variable , as the Poets tell us ; Mad through caprice - half way ' twixt men and children ! Acasta , mildest late of all our maids , Colder and calmer ...
... lips their mountain purity ! LYCIUS Lycius ! the female race is all the same ! All variable , as the Poets tell us ; Mad through caprice - half way ' twixt men and children ! Acasta , mildest late of all our maids , Colder and calmer ...
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... lips have been proclaiming truth , Nine hundred years and more : " And Isis knows what time - grey towers rear'd up , Gardens and groves and cloister'd halls are mine , Where quaff my sons from many a myrrhine cup Draughts of ambrosial ...
... lips have been proclaiming truth , Nine hundred years and more : " And Isis knows what time - grey towers rear'd up , Gardens and groves and cloister'd halls are mine , Where quaff my sons from many a myrrhine cup Draughts of ambrosial ...
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... lips would have laughed , with a rosy scorn , If the merchant , or slave - girl , had mockingly said , " The feet will pass , but the shoes they have worn Two thousand years onward Time's road shall tread , And still be footgear as good ...
... lips would have laughed , with a rosy scorn , If the merchant , or slave - girl , had mockingly said , " The feet will pass , but the shoes they have worn Two thousand years onward Time's road shall tread , And still be footgear as good ...
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Términos y frases comunes
April loves BABETTE Bassarid beneath birds Blackbird sings blow blue Born breath bright buds cold dark dawn dead dear lass death deep doth dream Drowsietown drowsy earth eyes face fair feet fire flowers forget garden gleam gold golden grass green grey grow hair hands hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hour Jehane KATHARINE TYNAN kissed ladies of St laughed leaves light lips live Long Trail-the trail Lord love's lover morning night nightingale NORMAN GALE o'er old trail Ozana pain pass Phyllida rain RICHARD LE GALLIENNE ringdove road to Mandalay ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN rose round shadows skies sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul spring stars strong summer sundew sweet thee THEOPHILE MARZIALS thine things thrushes trees unto VIEUXBOIS voice wake watch weary weep wet bows WILLIAM JOHN COURTHOPE wind wings
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Página 46 - A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face ? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night ? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight ? They will not keep you standing at the door.
Página 47 - When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget.
Página 35 - From his late sobbing wet. And I, with moan, Kissing away his tears, left others of my own; For, on a table drawn beside his head, He had put, within his reach, A box of counters and a...
Página 105 - Folk say, a wizard to a northern king At Christmas-tide such wondrous things did show. That through one window men beheld the spring. And through another saw the summer glow, And through a third the fruited vines a-row, While still, unheard, but in its wonted way, Piped the drear wind of that December da\.
Página 244 - I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky ; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies...
Página 140 - For the stars and the winds are unto her As raiment, as songs of the harp-player ; For the risen stars and the fallen cling to her, And the southwest-wind and the west-wind sing.
Página 161 - All are at one now, roses and lovers, Not known of the cliffs and the fields and the sea; Not a breath of the time that has been, hovers In the air now soft with a summer to be. Not a breath shall there sweeten the seasons hereafter Of the flowers or the lovers that laugh now or weep, When as they that are free now of weeping and laughter We shall sleep.
Página 140 - And time remembered is grief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Página 245 - O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid, I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all — O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Página 268 - Bay ! *Er petticoat was yaller an' 'er little cap was green, An' 'er name was Supi-yaw-lat — jes' the same as Theebaw's Queen, An' I seed her first a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot, An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot: Bloomin