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... shepherd's face In rapture , yet suspending her embrace , As not unconscious with what power the thrill Of her most timid touch his sleep would chase , And , with his sleep , that beauty calm and POETRY OF THE AGE OF FABLE . 43.
... shepherd's face In rapture , yet suspending her embrace , As not unconscious with what power the thrill Of her most timid touch his sleep would chase , And , with his sleep , that beauty calm and POETRY OF THE AGE OF FABLE . 43.
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... touching , whispered thus : " Awake ! My fairest , my espoused , my latest found , Heaven's last , best gift , my ever - new delight . " MILTON . FAVONIUS . YE delicate ! who nothing can support , ( Yourselves most insupportable , ) for ...
... touching , whispered thus : " Awake ! My fairest , my espoused , my latest found , Heaven's last , best gift , my ever - new delight . " MILTON . FAVONIUS . YE delicate ! who nothing can support , ( Yourselves most insupportable , ) for ...
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... sire , The sea god Neptune , hath in anger stopped The current of life , and with his trident touch Hath struck him into marble . 10 BARRY CORNWALL . ATALANTA . EVEN here , in this region of wonders POETRY OF THE AGE OF FABLE . 109.
... sire , The sea god Neptune , hath in anger stopped The current of life , and with his trident touch Hath struck him into marble . 10 BARRY CORNWALL . ATALANTA . EVEN here , in this region of wonders POETRY OF THE AGE OF FABLE . 109.
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... touch Of Titan's ray , with each repulsive string Consenting , sounded through the warbling air Unbidden strains , even so did Nature's hand To certain 14 POETRY OF THE AGE OF FABLE . 157 Accordant aisles the tender tones prolong, ...
... touch Of Titan's ray , with each repulsive string Consenting , sounded through the warbling air Unbidden strains , even so did Nature's hand To certain 14 POETRY OF THE AGE OF FABLE . 157 Accordant aisles the tender tones prolong, ...
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... And give us up to toil . Ulysses . Delicious nymph , suppose there were No honor , nor report , Yet manliness would scorn to wear The time in idle sport ; For toil doth give a better touch To make us 166 POETRY OF THE AGE OF FABLE .
... And give us up to toil . Ulysses . Delicious nymph , suppose there were No honor , nor report , Yet manliness would scorn to wear The time in idle sport ; For toil doth give a better touch To make us 166 POETRY OF THE AGE OF FABLE .
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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.