Atalanta's Race: And Other Tales from The Earthly Paradise, Volume 888Ticknor, 1888 - 242 pages |
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Acrisius Amphidamas ancient anigh Argolis art thou Atalanta Atalanta's Race behold bliss brought Bruges cast Charles of Blois clad cried Cupid and Psyche dark dead death deemed dream E'en earth Earthly Paradise emperor eyes face Fafnir fair fear feet fieldfare fresh gate Gesta Romanorum gold golden gray grew Guienne hall hand happy hast head heard heart Heimskringla Hippomenes hope Jovinian King Schoeneus knew land live looked lord maid midst Milanion Morris Morris's naught neath Nicholas nigh night Nitocris Norway o'er Odin once passed poem pray Prologue raiment Rolf round sail scarce seemed shalt shore slain stone stood story strange sweet tale tell thee things thou thought told trees Tryggve Olafsson turned unto Viken Vineland Wanderers William Morris wind wood words wretched Wynnard Hooper
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Page 27 - ... the down, And dream of London, small, and white, and clean, The clear Thames bordered by its gardens green ; Think, that below bridge the green lapping waves Smite some few keels that bear Levantine staves, Cut from the yew wood on the burnt-up hill, And pointed jars that Greek hands toiled to fill, And treasured scanty spice from some far sea, Florence gold cloth, and Ypres napery, And cloth of Bruges, and hogsheads of Guienne ; While nigh the thronged wharf Geoffrey Chaucer's pen Moves over...
Page 26 - Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, Why should I strive to set the crooked straight ? Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme Beats with light wing against the ivory gate, Telling a tale not too importunate To those who in the sleepy region stay, Lulled by the singer of an empty day.
Page 121 - But when she turned .again, the great-limbed man, Now well ahead she failed not to behold. And mindful of her glory waxing cold, Sprang up and followed him in hot pursuit, Though with one hand she touched the golden fruit.
Page 120 - Why was his face so flushed with happiness ? So looks not one who deems himself but dead, E'en if to death he bows a willing head ; So rather looks a god well pleased to find Some earthly damsel fashioned to his mind. Why must she drop her lids before his gaze...
Page 123 - One moment gazed upon her piteously, Then with a groan his lingering feet did force To leave the spot whence he her eyes could see; And, changed like one who knows his time must be But short and bitter, without any word...
Page 115 - Yea, welcome March! and though I die ere June, Yet for the hope of life I give thee praise, Striving to swell the burden of the tune That even now I hear thy brown birds raise, Unmindful of the past or coming days; Who sing: "O joy! a new year is begun: What happiness to look upon the sun!
Page 174 - Latini, et quo quemque modo fugiatque feratque laborem. sunt geminae Somni portae, quarum altera fertur cornea, qua veris facilis datur exitus umbris, altera candenti perfecta nitens elephanto, sed falsa ad caelum mittunt insomnia Manes.
Page 115 - SLAYER of the winter, art thou here again ? O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh ! The bitter wind makes not thy victory vain, Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky. Welcome, O March ! whose kindly days and dry Make April ready for the throstle's song, Thou first redresser of the winter's wrong...
Page 121 - But while she seemed to hear her beating heart, Above their heads the trumpet blast rang out, And forth they sprang ; and she must play her part ; Then flew her white feet, knowing not a doubt, Though, slackening once, she turned her head about.
Page 125 - Amidst her shapeless cubs at first did rear. " In course of time the woodfolk slew her nurse, And to their rude abode the youngling brought, And reared her up to be a kingdom's curse, Who grown a woman, of no kingdom thought...