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... skies ring that have been still so long ! age of mine , if one could tune for thee A marching music out of this thy woe ! If one could climb upon a hill and see Thy gates of promise on the plain below , And gaze a minute on the bliss to ...
... skies ring that have been still so long ! age of mine , if one could tune for thee A marching music out of this thy woe ! If one could climb upon a hill and see Thy gates of promise on the plain below , And gaze a minute on the bliss to ...
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THE SILVER AGE N my hot youth , no flowers beneath our skies No bluebells nodding in the golden fern , No violets purple as my lady's eyes , No roses ruddy as her lips : the prize For which I longed by earthly mead or burn Was not to ...
THE SILVER AGE N my hot youth , no flowers beneath our skies No bluebells nodding in the golden fern , No violets purple as my lady's eyes , No roses ruddy as her lips : the prize For which I longed by earthly mead or burn Was not to ...
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... skies are o'er us bending Within old starry - gated Poesy , To meet a soul set to no worldly tune , Like thine , sweet friend ! Oh , dearer this to me Than are the dewy trees , the sun , the moon , Or noble music with a golden ending ...
... skies are o'er us bending Within old starry - gated Poesy , To meet a soul set to no worldly tune , Like thine , sweet friend ! Oh , dearer this to me Than are the dewy trees , the sun , the moon , Or noble music with a golden ending ...
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... though shadowed , in our skies , ” We hear thine answer- " Night has given what day Denied him : darkness hath unsealed his eyes . " ON THE THOUGHT OF DEATH ( XIX ) Ο NE 150 ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE Deliverance (Via Dolorosa 11)
... though shadowed , in our skies , ” We hear thine answer- " Night has given what day Denied him : darkness hath unsealed his eyes . " ON THE THOUGHT OF DEATH ( XIX ) Ο NE 150 ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE Deliverance (Via Dolorosa 11)
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... As shone but late , though shadowed , in our skies , ” We hear thine answer - 66 Night has given what day Denied him : darkness hath unsealed his eyes . ” R EBUKE me not ! I have nor wish nor 150 ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE.
... As shone but late , though shadowed , in our skies , ” We hear thine answer - 66 Night has given what day Denied him : darkness hath unsealed his eyes . ” R EBUKE me not ! I have nor wish nor 150 ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE.
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Page 50 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Page 16 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 9 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 13 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
Page 33 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Page 37 - 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 everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Page 48 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a shattered visage lies, / whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its sculptor / well those passions read / Which yet survive, / stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them, / and the heart that fed: // And on the pedestal / these words appear: // "My...
Page 53 - Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Page xxii - My true love hath my heart, and I have his. His heart in me keeps him and me in one, My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides: He loves my heart, for once it was his own, I cherish his because in me it bides: My true love hath my heart, and I have his.
Page 14 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss. Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquered woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purposed overthrow.