UndertonesAlexander Strahan, 1865 - 239 páginas |
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afar Apollo Artemis beauteous behold billow bosom boughs breast breath bright cheek cloud cold cool cried Crown 8vo Cyclops dark Dean of Canterbury deep dews dewy divine DORA GREENWELL dream earth Endymion eternal EUMOLPUS evermore eyelids eyes face fade faint fair fear feet flowers foam G. H. LEWES Galatea gazed gentle glade gleam glory gods grass green hear heart heaven HENRY ALFORD kiss leaves light lips listen'd mild moan Moon mountain murmur Naiad night o'er ocean Olumpos pale Phaon POLYPHEME rain ROBERT BUCHANAN rose rose ships round seem'd senseless things shade shadow SILENUS sing low sleep Small 8vo smile snow soft song soul sound star stirr'd stirs stooping strange streams sunshine sweet SYREN thee thine things thou thro throne toy'd tremble unto voice waves weary wherein wind wine wings wonder wondrous wood's green yearning Zeus
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Página 66 - 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 12 - Noble thought produces Noble ends and uses, Noble hopes are part of Hope wherever she may be, Noble thought enhances Life and all its chances, And noble self is noble song, — all this I learn from thee...
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. 15. And I think, as you thought, Poesy and Truth ought Never to lie silent in the singer's heart on earth ; Tho...
Página 189 - 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 for honourable end — I pine Not thus to kiss away my mortal breath.
Página 62 - DIAN white-arm'd has given me this cool shrine, Deep in the bosom of a wood of pine : The silver-sparkling showers That hive me in, the flowers * That prink my fountain's brim, are hers and mine ; And when the days are mild and fair, And grass is springing, buds are blowing, Sweet it is, 'mid waters flowing, Here to sit, and know no care, 'Mid the waters flowing, flowing, flowing, Combing my yellow, yellow hair. The ounce and panther down the mountain-side Creep thro...
Página 187 - 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 169 - New comfort from my grief; my tears became As honey'd rain that makes the woodbine sweet, Until my task assumed a precious strength Wherewith I fortified mine inner ear Against the pleadings of the popular tongue That babbled at my door ; and when there dawn'd A hand as pure as milk and cold as snow, A small white hand, a little lady hand...
Página 68 - Why, all day long, I run about With a madcap throng, And laugh and shout. Silenus grips My ears, and strides On my shaggy hips, And up and down In an ivy crown Tipsily rides; And when in...
Página 188 - And thro' the chamber curtains, backward roll'd By spicy winds that fan my fever'd head, I see a sandy flat slope yellow as gold To the brown banks of Nilus wrinkling red In the slow sunset; and mine eyes behold The West, low down beyond the river's bed, Grow sullen, ribb'd with many a brazen bar, Under the white smile of the Cyprian star. A bitter Roman vision floateth black Before me, in my dizzy brain's despite ; The Roman armour brindles on my back, My swelling nostrils drink the fumes of fight:...