Endymion, a Poetic RomanceH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1818 - 242 páginas |
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... sound With ebon - tipped flutes : close after these , Now coming from beneath the forest trees , A venerable priest full soberly , Begirt with ministring looks : alway his eye Stedfast upon the matted turf he kept , And after him his ...
... sound With ebon - tipped flutes : close after these , Now coming from beneath the forest trees , A venerable priest full soberly , Begirt with ministring looks : alway his eye Stedfast upon the matted turf he kept , And after him his ...
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... sounds forlorn By the dim echoes of old Triton's horn : Mothers and wives ! who day by day prepare The scrip , with needments , for the mountain air ; And all ye gentle girls who foster up Udderless lambs , and in a little cup Will put ...
... sounds forlorn By the dim echoes of old Triton's horn : Mothers and wives ! who day by day prepare The scrip , with needments , for the mountain air ; And all ye gentle girls who foster up Udderless lambs , and in a little cup Will put ...
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... sounds , That come a swooning over hollow grounds , And wither drearily on barren moors : Dread opener of the mysterious doors Leading to universal knowledge - see , Great son of Dryope , 290 The many that are come to pay their vows ...
... sounds , That come a swooning over hollow grounds , And wither drearily on barren moors : Dread opener of the mysterious doors Leading to universal knowledge - see , Great son of Dryope , 290 The many that are come to pay their vows ...
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... sounds arous'd me , and I sigh'd To faint once more by looking on my bliss- I was distracted ; madly did I kiss The wooing arms which held me , and did give My eyes at once to death : but ' twas to live , To take in draughts of life ...
... sounds arous'd me , and I sigh'd To faint once more by looking on my bliss- I was distracted ; madly did I kiss The wooing arms which held me , and did give My eyes at once to death : but ' twas to live , To take in draughts of life ...
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... sound of mortal men , Saving , perhaps , some snow - light cadences Melting to silence , when upon the breeze Some holy bark let forth an anthem sweet , To cheer itself to Delphi . Still his feet Went swift beneath the merry - winged ...
... sound of mortal men , Saving , perhaps , some snow - light cadences Melting to silence , when upon the breeze Some holy bark let forth an anthem sweet , To cheer itself to Delphi . Still his feet Went swift beneath the merry - winged ...
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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
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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!