The Englishman in Greece: Being a Collection of Verse of Many English PoetsClarendon Press, 1910 - 327 էջ |
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... quick , faint kisses of the sea Trembles and sparkles as with ecstasy , ― Possessing and possessed by all that is Within that calm circumference of bliss , 120 And by each other , till to love and live 24 IT IS AN ISLE '
... quick , faint kisses of the sea Trembles and sparkles as with ecstasy , ― Possessing and possessed by all that is Within that calm circumference of bliss , 120 And by each other , till to love and live 24 IT IS AN ISLE '
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... live Be one - or , at the noontide hour , arrive Where some old cavern hoar seems yet to keep The moonlight of the expired night asleep , Through which the awakened day can never peep ; A veil for our seclusion , close as night's ...
... live Be one - or , at the noontide hour , arrive Where some old cavern hoar seems yet to keep The moonlight of the expired night asleep , Through which the awakened day can never peep ; A veil for our seclusion , close as night's ...
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... Lives again , while freedom lightens eastward yet for sons of Greece . Greece , where only men whose manhood was as godhead ever trod , Bears the blind world witness yet of light wherewith her feet are shod : Freedom , armed of Greece ...
... Lives again , while freedom lightens eastward yet for sons of Greece . Greece , where only men whose manhood was as godhead ever trod , Bears the blind world witness yet of light wherewith her feet are shod : Freedom , armed of Greece ...
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... live deer , or goat's depending beard , — These were the lurking Satyrs , a wild brood Of gamesome Deities ; or Pan himself , The simple shepherd's awe - inspiring God ! ' W. WORDSWORTH ( The Excursion , iv , 847-87 ) . 30 40 15 . The ...
... live deer , or goat's depending beard , — These were the lurking Satyrs , a wild brood Of gamesome Deities ; or Pan himself , The simple shepherd's awe - inspiring God ! ' W. WORDSWORTH ( The Excursion , iv , 847-87 ) . 30 40 15 . The ...
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... live land's breadth and length . All the lesser tribes put on the pure Athenian fashion , One Hellenic heart was from the mountains to the sea : Sparta's bitter self grew sweet with high half - human passion , And her dry thorns flushed ...
... live land's breadth and length . All the lesser tribes put on the pure Athenian fashion , One Hellenic heart was from the mountains to the sea : Sparta's bitter self grew sweet with high half - human passion , And her dry thorns flushed ...
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A. C. SWINBURNE Aphrodite Argolis Artemidora Asopus Athens Autonoë beauty behold beneath breast breath bright brow cave cloud crown dark darkened dear death deep delight divine doth dream earth eyes fair fear feet fire flame flowers glory Goddess Gods golden Greece green grey hair hand happy harken ere hast hath hear heart heaven Hellas hills Hippias Hymettus immortal isle Itylus king kiss land light lips live look LORD BYRON lyre Maenad maiden mortal mother Ida mountain Muses Naiads never night Nymph o'er ORPHEUS pale Pallas Pan is dead Pheidippides Phoebus poet praise river rocks round Samian wine Satyrs shadows shore silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spake spirit spring stars stood stream sweet tears Theseus thine things thou Thrasymedes thro violet voice waves weep wild wind wine wings withered youth Zeus ΙΟ
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Էջ 172 - 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...
Էջ 176 - Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art : Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
Էջ 307 - Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Էջ 300 - he said, and pointed toward the land, ' This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.' In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon.
Էջ 306 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Էջ 25 - Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound, And our veins beat together; and our lips, With o'ther eloquence than words, eclipse The soul that burns between them ; and the wells Which boil under our being's inmost cells, The fountains of our deepest life, shall be Confused in passion's golden purity, As mountain-springs under the morning Sun. We shall become the same, we shall be one Spirit within two frames, oh ! wherefore two...
Էջ 20 - Trust not for freedom to the Franks— They have a king who buys and sells; In native swords, and native ranks, The only hope of courage dwells: But Turkish force, and Latin fraud, Would break your shield, however broad. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade...
Էջ 274 - Fresh as the foam, new-bathed in Paphian wells, With rosy slender fingers backward drew From her warm brows and bosom her deep hair Ambrosial, golden round her lucid throat And shoulder: from the violets her light foot Shone rosy-white, and o'er her rounded form Between the shadows of the vine-bunches Floated the glowing sunlights, as she moved. "Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die.
Էջ 269 - THERE lies a vale in Ida, lovelier Than all the valleys of Ionian hills. The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen, Puts forth an arm, and creeps from pine to pine. And loiters, slowly drawn. On either hand The lawns and meadow-ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers, and far below them roars The long brook falling thro' the clov'n ravine In cataract after cataract to the sea.
Էջ 216 - THEY told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept as I remember'd how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky...