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... strong indentation at the spring of the nose below the forehead ; the mouth moderately well - shaped , but with a rather thick and un- moulded under - lip ; the chin unremarkable ; the line of the jaw , after youth was passed , full ...
... strong indentation at the spring of the nose below the forehead ; the mouth moderately well - shaped , but with a rather thick and un- moulded under - lip ; the chin unremarkable ; the line of the jaw , after youth was passed , full ...
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... strong level flight . Her eyes prayed , and she smil'd . ( I saw her smile . ) But soon their path Was vague in distant spheres : And then she cast her arms along The golden barriers , And laid her face between her hands , And wept ...
... strong level flight . Her eyes prayed , and she smil'd . ( I saw her smile . ) But soon their path Was vague in distant spheres : And then she cast her arms along The golden barriers , And laid her face between her hands , And wept ...
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... strong features bound in thought ; The vagueness gaining gait and mien ; The white streaks gathering clear to view In the burnt beard the women knew . For a tale tells that on his track , - As through Verona's streets he went , This ...
... strong features bound in thought ; The vagueness gaining gait and mien ; The white streaks gathering clear to view In the burnt beard the women knew . For a tale tells that on his track , - As through Verona's streets he went , This ...
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... strong like thee . " Yet my feet liked the dances well , The songs went to my voice , The music made me shake and weep ; And often , all night long , my sleep Gave dreams I had been fain to keep . " ' But though I loved not holy things ...
... strong like thee . " Yet my feet liked the dances well , The songs went to my voice , The music made me shake and weep ; And often , all night long , my sleep Gave dreams I had been fain to keep . " ' But though I loved not holy things ...
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... strong heavenly joy they had in them To hear God bless the world . Wherewith I woke : And looking round , I saw as usual That she was standing there with her long locks Pressed to her side ; and her laugh ended theirs . For always when ...
... strong heavenly joy they had in them To hear God bless the world . Wherewith I woke : And looking round , I saw as usual That she was standing there with her long locks Pressed to her side ; and her laugh ended theirs . For always when ...
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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...