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... Fire 84 • 1871 1881 31. Her Gifts 85 • 1871 1881 . 32. Equal Troth 85 1871 1881 33. Venus Victrix 85 · 1871 1871 . 1881 34. The Dark Glass 86 1881 35. The Lamp's Shrine 86 1870 • 1870 36. Life - in - love 86 • 1869 1870 37. The Love ...
... Fire 84 • 1871 1881 31. Her Gifts 85 • 1871 1881 . 32. Equal Troth 85 1871 1881 33. Venus Victrix 85 · 1871 1871 . 1881 34. The Dark Glass 86 1881 35. The Lamp's Shrine 86 1870 • 1870 36. Life - in - love 86 • 1869 1870 37. The Love ...
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... fires are blent , what winds are blown On paths his feet may tread alone ? Yet of the twofold life he led In chainless thought and fettered will Some glimpses reach us , -somewhat still Of the steep stairs and bitter bread , - Of the ...
... fires are blent , what winds are blown On paths his feet may tread alone ? Yet of the twofold life he led In chainless thought and fettered will Some glimpses reach us , -somewhat still Of the steep stairs and bitter bread , - Of the ...
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... fire for a burnt offering . Even such was Dante's mood , when now , Mocked for long years with Fortune's sport , He dwelt at yet another court , There where Verona's knee did bow And her voice hailed with all acclaim Can Grande della ...
... fire for a burnt offering . Even such was Dante's mood , when now , Mocked for long years with Fortune's sport , He dwelt at yet another court , There where Verona's knee did bow And her voice hailed with all acclaim Can Grande della ...
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... tale ? Great God and must she not prevail To fire them ere they heard it through , — And hand achieve ere heart could rest That high adventure of her quest ? How would his Florence lead them forth , Her bridle PRINCIPAL POEMS.
... tale ? Great God and must she not prevail To fire them ere they heard it through , — And hand achieve ere heart could rest That high adventure of her quest ? How would his Florence lead them forth , Her bridle PRINCIPAL POEMS.
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... fire from the fierce south : It does not let me breathe : the drouth Is like sand spread within my mouth . " The bridesmaid rose . I ' the outer glare Gleamed her pale cheeks , and eyes Sore troubled ; and aweary weigh'd Her brows just ...
... fire from the fierce south : It does not let me breathe : the drouth Is like sand spread within my mouth . " The bridesmaid rose . I ' the outer glare Gleamed her pale cheeks , and eyes Sore troubled ; and aweary weigh'd Her brows just ...
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BALLATA Beatrice beauty behold beneath bitter Blake Blake's blessed breast breath brow CANZONE Cino Cino da Pistoia Corso Donati DANTE ALIGHIERI Dante's dark dead dear death Dino Compagni doth dream eyes face fair fear feet fire Florence Francesco da Barberino gaze Ghibellines God's grace grief Guelfs Guido Cavalcanti hair hand hast hath hear heard heart Hell and Heaven hour King kiss knew lady Lapo Gianni laughed light Lilith lips Little brother look Lord Love's Mary Mother Messer neath night Nineveh o'er once passed picture pity poem poet rose Rossetti round seemed shadow shame sighs Sing Eden Bower Sister Helen sleep song SONNET soul speak speech spirit sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou thought to-day Troy Town turned Twas unto Vita Nuova voice weep Wherefore wind wings words youth
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Page 81 - Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass. Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky : — So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above. Oh I clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower. This close-companioned inarticulate hour When twofold silence was the song of love.
Page 535 - TELL me now in what hidden way is Lady Flora the lovely Roman ? Where's Hipparchia, and where is Thais, Neither of them the fairer woman ? Where is Echo, beheld of no man, Only heard on river and mere, — She whose beauty was more than human ? . . . But where are the snows of yester-year ? Where's Heloise, the learned nun, For whose sake Abeillard, I ween.
Page 5 - And I myself will teach to him, I myself, lying so, The songs I sing here ; which his voice Shall pause in, hushed and slow, And find some knowledge at each pause, Or some new thing to know.
Page 170 - I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death; a land of darkness, as darkness itself, and of the shadow of death, without any order and where the light is as darkness.
Page 81 - SILENT NOON. YOUR hands lie open in the long fresh grass, — The finger-points look through like rosy blooms : Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms 'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
Page 66 - Sister Helen, And says that he melts before a flame." "My heart for his pleasure fared the same, Little brother." (O Mother, Mary Mother, Fire at the heart, between Hell and Heaven!) "Here's Keith of Westholm riding fast, Sister Helen, For I know the white plume on the blast.
Page 67 - Oh it's Keith of Keith now that rides fast, Sister Helen, For I know the white hair on the blast." " The short short hour will soon be past, Little brother ! " (O Mother, Mary Mother, Will soon be past, between Hell and Heaven !)
Page 161 - Made by her candle, she had care To work some distance from the bed. Without, there was a cold moon up, Of winter radiance sheer and thin; The hollow halo it was in Was like an icy crystal cup. Through the small room, with subtle sound Of flame, by vents the fireshine drove And reddened. In its dim alcove The mirror shed a clearness round. I had been sitting up some nights, And my tired mind felt weak and blank; Like a sharp strengthening wine it drank The stillness and the broken lights.
Page 58 - The smile rose first, — anon drew nigh The thought: . . . Those heavy wings spread high So sure of flight, which do not fly; That set gaze never on the sky ; Those scriptured flanks it cannot see; Its crown, a brow-contracting load; Its planted feet which trust the sod: . . . (So grew the image as I trod:) O Nineveh, was this thy God, — Thine also, mighty Nineveh?
Page 67 - Oh he prays you, as his heart would rive, Sister Helen, To save his dear son's soul alive." "Fire cannot slay it, it shall thrive. Little brother...