The Earthly Paradise: A PoemLongmans, Green, 1890 - Broj stranica: 445 A series of 24 tales in verse, 2 for each month of the year. |
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Stranica 15
... hear you name ; since then ye reach this day , How are ye worse for what has passed away ? THE WANDErer . Kind folk , what words of ours can give you praise That fits your kindness ; yet for those past days , If we bemoan our lot ...
... hear you name ; since then ye reach this day , How are ye worse for what has passed away ? THE WANDErer . Kind folk , what words of ours can give you praise That fits your kindness ; yet for those past days , If we bemoan our lot ...
Stranica 22
... hear . So , sirs , when this world's pleasures came to nought , Not upon God we set our wayward thought , But on the folly our own hearts had made ; Once more the stories of the past we weighed But now , when mine eyes could no longer ...
... hear . So , sirs , when this world's pleasures came to nought , Not upon God we set our wayward thought , But on the folly our own hearts had made ; Once more the stories of the past we weighed But now , when mine eyes could no longer ...
Stranica 26
... hear his voice now , see the hopeless gleam , Through the dark place of that thick wood of spears . That fountain's splash rings yet within mine ears , I thought the fountain of eternal youth- Yet I can scarce remember in good truth ...
... hear his voice now , see the hopeless gleam , Through the dark place of that thick wood of spears . That fountain's splash rings yet within mine ears , I thought the fountain of eternal youth- Yet I can scarce remember in good truth ...
Stranica 28
... hear The mingled shouts of victory and of fear , From out the midst thereof shot up a fire For ten days more , but ... hears the physician say That he shall have one quiet painless day Before he dies - What more ? we soon did stand In ...
... hear The mingled shouts of victory and of fear , From out the midst thereof shot up a fire For ten days more , but ... hears the physician say That he shall have one quiet painless day Before he dies - What more ? we soon did stand In ...
Stranica 29
... hear the people's shout , E'en as good rulers ' children are borne out To take the people's blessing on their birth , When all the city falls to joy and mirth . Such , sirs , are ye , our living chronicle , And scarce can we be grieved ...
... hear the people's shout , E'en as good rulers ' children are borne out To take the people's blessing on their birth , When all the city falls to joy and mirth . Such , sirs , are ye , our living chronicle , And scarce can we be grieved ...
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Acontius Admetus adown Adrastus amid anigh art thou Aslaug aught awhile beast behold Bellerophon bliss Bodli bright brought cast clad cried Danaë dead death deeds deemed door doth drave dreadful dream drew e'en earth enow eyes face fain fair fair lord fear feet fell gazed gods gold golden gone goodwife grew grey Gudrun hall hand happy head heard heart hope hope and fear Jobates Jovinian Kiartan King knew land light lips live look Lycian maid midst misery morn neath nigh night nought o'er once pain passed Pelias perchance Perseus raiment rose round scarce Schoeneus seemed shame smile spake stood strange strive sweet sword tale tell thee therewith thine things thou art thought trembling turned twixt unto voice weary wend wilt wind wise withal wonder words
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Stranica 206 - Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor. ' And as we gazed this thing upon, The snow in the street and the wind on the door. Those twain knelt down to the Little One. Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor. ' And a marvellous song we straight did hear, The snow in the street and the wind on the door. That slew our sorrow and healed our care.
Stranica 224 - Grey church, long barn, orchard, and red-roofed stead, Wrought in dead days for men a long while dead. Come down, O love ; may not our hands still meet, Since still we live to-day, forgetting June, Forgetting May, deeming October sweet — — O hearken...
Stranica 27 - Now at the noontide nought had happed to slay, Within a vale he called his hounds away Hearkening the echoes of his lone voice cling About the cliffs and through the beech-trees ring. But when they ended, still awhile he stood, And but the sweet familiar thrush could hear, And all the day-long noises of the wood, And o'er the dry leaves of the vanished year His hounds...
Stranica 122 - O June, O June, that we desired so, Wilt thou not make us happy on this day? Across the river thy soft breezes blow Sweet with the scent of beanfields far away. Above our heads rustle the aspens grey. Calm is the sky with harmless clouds beset. No thought of storm the morning vexes yet. See, we have left our hopes and fears behind To give our very hearts up unto thee; What better place than this then could we find By this sweet stream that knows not of the sea, That guesses not the city's misery,...
Stranica 254 - Look out upon the real world, where the moon, Half-way 'twixt root and crown of these high trees, Turns the dead midnight into dreamy noon, Silent and full of wonders, for the breeze Died at the sunset, and no images, No hopes of day, are left in sky or earth — Is it not fair, and of most wondrous worth ? Yea, I have looked, and seen November there ; The changeless seal of change it seemed to be, Fair death of things that, living once, were fair; Bright sign of loneliness too great for me...
Stranica 140 - Ah ! with what joy then shall I see again The sunlight on the green grass and the trees, And hear the clatter of the summer rain, And see the joyous folk beyond the seas. Ah, me ! to hold my child upon my knees, After the weeping of unkindly tears, And all the wrongs of these four hundred years. "Go now, go quick ! leave this grey heap of stone; And from thy glad heart think upon thy way, How I shall love thee — yea, love thee alone, That bringest me from dark death unto day ; For this shall be...
Stranica 32 - The dawn beheld him sunken in his place Upon the floor; and sleeping there he lay, Not heeding aught the little jets of spray The roughened sea brought nigh, across him cast, For as one dead all thought from him had passed. Yet long before the sun had showed his head, Long ere the varied hangings on the wall Had gained once more their blue and green and red, He rose as one some well-known sign doth call When war upon the city's gates doth fall, And scarce like one fresh risen out of sleep, He 'gan...
Stranica 2 - Ploughed his thin cheeks ; his hair was more than grey, And like to one he seemed whose better day Is over to himself, though foolish fame Shouts louder year by year his empty name. Unarmed he was, nor clad upon that morn Much like a king: an ivory hunting-horn Was slung about him, rich with gems and gold, And a great white ger-falcon did he hold Upon his fist ; before his feet there sat A scrivener making notes of this and that As the King bade him, and behind his chair His captains stood in armour...
Stranica 441 - I, Book, before I bid thee speed Upon thy perilous journey to that place For which I have done on thee pilgrim's weed, Striving to get thee all things for thy need I love thee, whatso time or men may say Of the poor singer of an empty day.