PoemsTicknor, 1856 - 336 Seiten |
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... 173 174 . 175 176 . 177 178 . 179 STANZAS IN MEMORY OF THE LATE EDWARD QUILLINAN , ESQ . 180 MORALITY SELF - DEPENDENCE CONSOLATION • 182 184 • 186 THE FUTURE # . 190 PAGE BALDER DEAD . An Episode I. Sending 194 194 6 CONTENTS .
... 173 174 . 175 176 . 177 178 . 179 STANZAS IN MEMORY OF THE LATE EDWARD QUILLINAN , ESQ . 180 MORALITY SELF - DEPENDENCE CONSOLATION • 182 184 • 186 THE FUTURE # . 190 PAGE BALDER DEAD . An Episode I. Sending 194 194 6 CONTENTS .
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Matthew Arnold. PAGE BALDER DEAD . An Episode I. Sending 194 194 II . Journey to the Dead 207 III . Funeral THE SICK KING IN BOKHARA THE HARP - PLAYER ON ETNA I. The Last Glen II . Typho III . Marsyas • 219 241 252 252 254 · 257 IV ...
Matthew Arnold. PAGE BALDER DEAD . An Episode I. Sending 194 194 II . Journey to the Dead 207 III . Funeral THE SICK KING IN BOKHARA THE HARP - PLAYER ON ETNA I. The Last Glen II . Typho III . Marsyas • 219 241 252 252 254 · 257 IV ...
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... dead need no one , claim no kin . Dim is the rumor of a common fight , Where host meets host , and many names are sunk : But of a single combat Fame speaks clear . " He spoke and Peran - Wisa took the hand Of the young man in his , and ...
... dead need no one , claim no kin . Dim is the rumor of a common fight , Where host meets host , and many names are sunk : But of a single combat Fame speaks clear . " He spoke and Peran - Wisa took the hand Of the young man in his , and ...
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... dead on the snow , Chok'd by the air , and scarce can they themselves Slake their parch'd throats with sugar'd mulberries In single file they move , and stop their breath , For fear they should dislodge the o'erhanging snows- So the 36 ...
... dead on the snow , Chok'd by the air , and scarce can they themselves Slake their parch'd throats with sugar'd mulberries In single file they move , and stop their breath , For fear they should dislodge the o'erhanging snows- So the 36 ...
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... dead grave . Behold me : I am vast , and clad in iron , And tried ; and I have stood on many a field Of blood , and I have fought with many a foe : Never was that field lost , or that foe sav'd . O Sohrab , wherefore wilt thou rush on ...
... dead grave . Behold me : I am vast , and clad in iron , And tried ; and I have stood on many a field Of blood , and I have fought with many a foe : Never was that field lost , or that foe sav'd . O Sohrab , wherefore wilt thou rush on ...
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action Afrasiab answer'd arms art thou Asgard Asopus Balder Baltic Sea breast Breidablik bright Brittany calm cheeks clear cold dark dead death deep dost doth dream earth eyes Fate Father Fausta feel forest gaze gloom Goddess Gods golden grave gray green grief Gudurz hair hand hath head hear heart Heaven Hela Hela's realm Hermod Hoder horse Iacchus Iseult King light liv'd live lonely look'd lov'd Midgard morn mountain mourn Nanna Niflheim night Niord o'er Odin Odin's once Oxus pain pale pass'd Persian plain Poet poetical round Ruksh Rustum sand sate Seistan shalt shines side sings sits sleep Sleipner smile Sohrab soul spake spear spoke stand stars stood stream sweet Tartar tears Thebes thee thine thou art thou hast Tiresias Tristram turn'd Valhalla Vizier voice wandering waves weep wild wind youth
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Seite 169 - O born in days when wits were fresh and clear, And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames; Before this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims, Its heads o'ertaxed, its palsied hearts, was rife — Fly hence, our contact fear!
Seite 173 - OTHERS abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask — Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place, Spares but the cloudy border of his base To the...
Seite 168 - For whom each year we see Breeds new beginnings, disappointments new; Who hesitate and falter life away, And lose to-morrow the ground won to-day — Ah!
Seite 137 - When did music come this way? Children dear, was it yesterday? Children dear, was it yesterday (Call yet once) that she went away? Once she sate with you and me, On a red gold throne in the heart of the sea, And the youngest sate on her knee. She comb'd its bright hair, and she tended it well, When down swung the sound of the far-off bell.
Seite 136 - Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam ; Where the salt weed sways in the stream...
Seite 138 - we are long alone; ' The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan.
Seite 167 - For early didst thou leave the world, with powers Fresh, undiverted to the world without, Firm to their mark, not spent on other things; Free from the sick fatigue, the languid doubt, Which much to have tried, in much been baffled, brings. O life unlike to ours! Who fluctuate idly without term or scope, Of whom each strives, nor knows for what he strives, And each half lives a hundred different lives; Who wait like thee, but not, like thee, in hope.
Seite 69 - Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills ; and there The sunshine in the happy glens is fair, And by the sea, and in the brakes. The grass is cool, the sea-side air Buoyant and fresh, the mountain-flowers More virginal and sweet than ours.
Seite 10 - Greek genius suppose to be its exclusive characteristics, have disappeared ; the calm, the cheerfulness, the disinterested ob1 jectivity have disappeared : the dialogue of the mind with itself has commenced ; modern problems have presented themselves ; we hear already the doubts, we witness the discouragement, of Hamlet and of Faust.
Seite 51 - ... vengeance upon thee. Fierce man, bethink thee, for an only son! What will that grief, what will that vengeance be? Oh, could I live, till I that grief had seen! Yet him I pity not so much, but her, My mother, who in Ader-baijan dwells 59° With that old king, her father, who grows gray With age, and rules over the valiant Koords.