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... hands . Proudly the nymph the glorious charge received , In joyful arms the infant Thunderer heaved ; With graceful care , and art well understood , She rocked the golden cradle of the god . On his ambrosial lips the goat distilled Her ...
... hands . Proudly the nymph the glorious charge received , In joyful arms the infant Thunderer heaved ; With graceful care , and art well understood , She rocked the golden cradle of the god . On his ambrosial lips the goat distilled Her ...
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... hand Of Jove , thy magic lulls the feathered king . With ruffled plumes and flagging wing , Quenched in dark clouds of slumber lie The terrors of his beak , and lightnings of his eye . NEPTUNE . THE sea - born Neptune there was picturéd ...
... hand Of Jove , thy magic lulls the feathered king . With ruffled plumes and flagging wing , Quenched in dark clouds of slumber lie The terrors of his beak , and lightnings of his eye . NEPTUNE . THE sea - born Neptune there was picturéd ...
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... hand . With light and shade co - mixed , concord and strife , Artful she weaves the mingled thread of life . Hour after hour the growing line extends , The cradle and the coffin bound its ends ; While the dread Lachesis , with skilful ...
... hand . With light and shade co - mixed , concord and strife , Artful she weaves the mingled thread of life . Hour after hour the growing line extends , The cradle and the coffin bound its ends ; While the dread Lachesis , with skilful ...
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... hiss , For that unnatural retribution , — just , Had it but been from hands less near , - in this , Thy former realm , I call thee from the dust ! BYRON . TARTARUS . - THE PUNISHMENT OF SISYPHUS . WITH many POETRY OF THE AGE OF FABLE . 9.
... hiss , For that unnatural retribution , — just , Had it but been from hands less near , - in this , Thy former realm , I call thee from the dust ! BYRON . TARTARUS . - THE PUNISHMENT OF SISYPHUS . WITH many POETRY OF THE AGE OF FABLE . 9.
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MINERVA AND NEPTUNE . MINERVA graceful waves her steel - clad hand , And bids the olive's silvery boughs expand ; The ocean god , beholding , envious frowned , And with his trident struck the opening ground ; As yet entangled in the ...
MINERVA AND NEPTUNE . MINERVA graceful waves her steel - clad hand , And bids the olive's silvery boughs expand ; The ocean god , beholding , envious frowned , And with his trident struck the opening ground ; As yet entangled in the ...
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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.