UndertonesE. Moxon & Company, 1868 - 241 páginas |
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Página 89 - ... Quivering downward and dewily glistening, Till his sleep is as pale as my lips unkist, And I tremble above him, panting and listening. As white as a star; as cold as a stone, Dim as my light in a sleeping lake, With his head on his arm he lieth alone. And I sigh " Awake ! Wake, Endymion, wake and see ! " And he stirs in his sleep for the love of me ; But on his eyelids my breath I shake : " Endymion, Endymion ! Awaken, awaken...
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Página 184 - ANTONY IN ARMS. Lo, we are side by side ! — One dark arm furls Around me like a serpent warm and bare ; The other, lifted 'mid a gleam of pearls, Holds a full golden goblet in the air : Her face is shining through her cloudy curls With light that makes me drunken unaware, And with my chin upon my breast I smile Upon her, darkening inward all the while. And thro...
Página 11 - Tho' the world could turn from you, This, at least, I learn from you : Beauty and Truth, tho' never found, are worthy to be sought, The singer, upward-springing, Is grander than his singing, And tranquil self-sufficing joy illumes the dark of thought. This, at least, you teach me, In a revelation : • That gods still snatch, as worthy death, the soul in its aspiration. ISAnd I think, as you thought, Poesy and Truth ought Never to lie silent in the singer's heart on earth ; Tho...
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Página 227 - A head that resisted the hardest knocks, Liquor and meat in serene fruition, A random income from taxes free, No cares at all, and but one ambition — To swing by the Tail to the bough of a tree ! 4.
Página 186 - tis a hero's task to kiss away. And then she loosens from me, trembling still Like a bright throbbing robe, and bids me "go"! — When pearly tears her drooping eyelids fill, And her swart beauty whitens into snow; And lost to use of life and hope and will, I gaze upon her with a warrior's woe, And turn, and watch her sidelong in annoy — Then snatch her to me, flush'd with shame and joy ! Once more, O Rome ! I would be son of thine — This constant prayer my chain'd soul ever saith — I thirst...
Página 63 - Dusky-leaved, shaggy-rooted, Is a pillow well suited To a hybrid like me, Goat-bearded, goat-footed; For the boughs of the glade Meet above me, and throw A cool, pleasant shade On the greenness below; Dusky and brown'd Close the leaves all around; And yet, all the while, Thro' the boughs I can see A star, with a smile, Looking at me.
Página 194 - Homer survived in his (Ennius') body. Speculation, muddle, trouble, Some see obliquely, others double, While under their noses, Which smell not the roses, Truth placidly bursts like a spangled bubble. 6. Altogether, they puzzle me quite, They all seem -wrong and they all seem right...
Página 60 - Oft do the fauns and satyrs, flusht with play, Come to my coolness in the hot noonday. Nay, once indeed, I vow By Dian's truthful brow, The great god Pan himself did pass this way, And, all in festal oak-leaves clad, His limbs among these lilies throwing, Watch'd the silver waters flowing, Listen'd to their music glad, Saw and heard them flowing, flowing, flowing, And ah ! his face was worn and sad ! Mild...