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... kiss . Moore . CYBELE . FROM forth a rugged arch , in the dusk below , Came mother Cybele ! alone , alone , In sombre chariot ; dark foldings thrown About her majesty , and front death pale , With turrets crowned . Four manéd lions hale ...
... kiss . Moore . CYBELE . FROM forth a rugged arch , in the dusk below , Came mother Cybele ! alone , alone , In sombre chariot ; dark foldings thrown About her majesty , and front death pale , With turrets crowned . Four manéd lions hale ...
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... Kiss , kiss those fading lips ere chilled in death ; With soothing fondness stay the fleeting breath . ' Tis vain ! ah ! give thy soothing fondness o'er ; Adonis feels thy warm caress no more . His faithful dogs bewail their master ...
... Kiss , kiss those fading lips ere chilled in death ; With soothing fondness stay the fleeting breath . ' Tis vain ! ah ! give thy soothing fondness o'er ; Adonis feels thy warm caress no more . His faithful dogs bewail their master ...
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... Kissed with the kiss of immortality . BARRY CORNWALL . A SPOT FOR LOVERS . I PRAY thee stay ! Where hast thou been ? Or whither goest thou ? Here be woods as green As any ; air likewise as fresh and sweet As where smooth Zephyrus plays ...
... Kissed with the kiss of immortality . BARRY CORNWALL . A SPOT FOR LOVERS . I PRAY thee stay ! Where hast thou been ? Or whither goest thou ? Here be woods as green As any ; air likewise as fresh and sweet As where smooth Zephyrus plays ...
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... kiss her sweetest . FLETCHER'S FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS . NIGHT THOUGHTS . THESE thoughts , O Night , are thine ; From thee they came like lovers ' secret sighs , When others slept . So Cynthia , poets feign , In shadows veiled , soft ...
... kiss her sweetest . FLETCHER'S FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS . NIGHT THOUGHTS . THESE thoughts , O Night , are thine ; From thee they came like lovers ' secret sighs , When others slept . So Cynthia , poets feign , In shadows veiled , soft ...
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... kiss , When , sleeping in the grove , He dreamed not of her love . Like Dian's kiss , unasked , unsought , Love gives 44 POETRY OF THE AGE OF FABLE .
... kiss , When , sleeping in the grove , He dreamed not of her love . Like Dian's kiss , unasked , unsought , Love gives 44 POETRY OF THE AGE OF FABLE .
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ADMETUS Adonis APOLLONIUS RHODIUS Asgard Baldur BARRY CORNWALL beauty behold beneath blooming bower breast breath bride bright necklace brow busk BYRON Ceres clouds crafty Loke CULDEES CUPID Cybele Cyclops dark deep divine doth dread earth Endymion eyes fair fate flowers Freyia giant glowing goddess gods golden grove hammer hand hast hath heart heaven heaving HOMER immortal isle Jotunheim Jove king kiss light look lyre maiden mighty MILTON moon MOORE mortal mountain mournful Naiads Nereids Niffelheim night nymph o'er Olympus OVID pale Pan is dead Phoebus poets Proserpine PROTESILAUS Psyche Pygmalion queen rock round SAPPHO SHAKESPEARE shining shook shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song soul sound SPENSER spoke stars stood stream sweet thee thine THOMAS BULFINCH Thor thou Thrym thunder Thursi trembling Ulysses voice waves weep wild winds wingéd wings WORDSWORTH Wroth waxed youth Zephyrus
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Page 19 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Page vi - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain. Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and wat'ry depths; all these have vanished ; They live no longer in the faith of reason!
Page vi - The world is too much with us : late and soon. Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not.
Page 40 - The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago; The Scipios...
Page 24 - The herded wolves, bold only to pursue; The obscene ravens, clamorous o'er the dead; The vultures to the conqueror's banner true Who feed where Desolation first has fed, And whose wings rain contagion...
Page 20 - Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them...
Page 159 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Page 164 - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow ; so, indeed, he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried,
Page 172 - For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud. Which is the hot condition of their blood ; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music...
Page 5 - Into the burning lake their baleful streams. Abhorred Styx, the flood of deadly hate : Sad Acheron, of sorrow, black and deep ; Cocytus, named of lamentation loud Heard on the rueful stream ; fierce Phlegethon, Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage.