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... lights dwindle to one light , There is help if the heaven has one , " - if only a single picture in a single art gallery re- mained , it would still tell us ( if that picture were the “ Primavera " of Botticelli ) what it was that in ...
... lights dwindle to one light , There is help if the heaven has one , " - if only a single picture in a single art gallery re- mained , it would still tell us ( if that picture were the “ Primavera " of Botticelli ) what it was that in ...
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... light land - breeze flows outward with a sigh , And each to each seems chanting evermore A mournful memory of days gone by . " Here , where they lived , all holy thoughts revive , Of patient striving and of faith held fast ; Here ...
... light land - breeze flows outward with a sigh , And each to each seems chanting evermore A mournful memory of days gone by . " Here , where they lived , all holy thoughts revive , Of patient striving and of faith held fast ; Here ...
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... lights and shadows ; by the silver on lakes for a chosen moment in the dawn or twi- light ; by the fragrant deeps of dewy forests ; by sudden infrequent passions of heart and memory , and by unexpected potencies of imagination . " Piti ...
... lights and shadows ; by the silver on lakes for a chosen moment in the dawn or twi- light ; by the fragrant deeps of dewy forests ; by sudden infrequent passions of heart and memory , and by unexpected potencies of imagination . " Piti ...
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... light , and heat ! If one spirit sits the outmost circle turning , Or one turns another , continuing in journeying , If rapid circles ' motion be that which they call burning ! Hallo , my fancy , whither wilt thou go ! Fain also would I ...
... light , and heat ! If one spirit sits the outmost circle turning , Or one turns another , continuing in journeying , If rapid circles ' motion be that which they call burning ! Hallo , my fancy , whither wilt thou go ! Fain also would I ...
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... light , Withouten sun or moon or night ; Where the river swa'd a living stream , And the light a pure celestial beam : The land of vision it would seem , A still , an everlasting dream . In yon green - wood there is a waik , And in that ...
... light , Withouten sun or moon or night ; Where the river swa'd a living stream , And the light a pure celestial beam : The land of vision it would seem , A still , an everlasting dream . In yon green - wood there is a waik , And in that ...
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beauty beneath bird BLISS CARMAN blow breast breath breeze bright Camelot cloud cried dark dead dear death deep door doth dreams earth EDMUND SPENSER EDWIN MARKHAM ERNEST CHARLES JONES eyes fair fairy fancy fear flower FRANCES SARGENT OSGOOD FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER gleam golden gray hair hand Hark hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour Jean François Millet JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE Judas Iscariot Kilmeny Labor lady lady of Shalott land laugh light live looked Lord mind moon Moonlight Song murmured never Nevermore night o'er once passion poet rest Rhocus river rose round shadows Shalott shore sigh silence sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul of Judas sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought toil Translation tree voice wave weary wild wind wine wings
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Page 119 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
Page 317 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Page 396 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly,
Page 124 - See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!
Page 129 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Page 121 - The Sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners...
Page 389 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have...
Page 122 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Page 130 - Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Page 221 - There, on beds of violets blue And fresh-blown roses washed in dew, Filled her with thee, a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair. Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee...