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Page 22
... lights , and cold my wrinkled feet Upon thy glimmering thresholds , when the steam Floats up from those dim fields about the homes Of happy men that have the power to die , ille ego si spiro , quam non hoc corde tuebar 22 TRANSLATIONS .
... lights , and cold my wrinkled feet Upon thy glimmering thresholds , when the steam Floats up from those dim fields about the homes Of happy men that have the power to die , ille ego si spiro , quam non hoc corde tuebar 22 TRANSLATIONS .
Page 46
... happy chance , And breasts the blows of circumstance , And grapples with his evil star : Who makes by force his merit known , And lives to clutch the golden keys , To mould a mighty state's decrees , And shape the whisper of the throne ...
... happy chance , And breasts the blows of circumstance , And grapples with his evil star : Who makes by force his merit known , And lives to clutch the golden keys , To mould a mighty state's decrees , And shape the whisper of the throne ...
Page 54
... happy Autumn - fields , And thinking of the days that are no more . Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail , That brings our friends up from the underworld , Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below ...
... happy Autumn - fields , And thinking of the days that are no more . Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail , That brings our friends up from the underworld , Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below ...
Page 58
... happy tree , Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity ; The north cannot undo them , With a sleety whistle through them , Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime . In a drear - nighted December , Too happy , happy ...
... happy tree , Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity ; The north cannot undo them , With a sleety whistle through them , Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime . In a drear - nighted December , Too happy , happy ...
Page 198
... happy day , The old dragon , underground In straiter limits bound , Not half so far casts his usurpéd sway , And , wroth to see his kingdom fail , Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail . The oracles are dumb , No voice or hideous ...
... happy day , The old dragon , underground In straiter limits bound , Not half so far casts his usurpéd sway , And , wroth to see his kingdom fail , Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail . The oracles are dumb , No voice or hideous ...
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Page 228 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...
Page 124 - And like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow...
Page 200 - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring, and dale Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Page 12 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good, shall exist ; Not its semblance, but itself ; no beauty, nor good, nor power • Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
Page 220 - And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Page 212 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday; — Thou Child of Joy.
Page 194 - For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould, And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Page 184 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the earth began; The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kissed Whispering new joys to the mild ocean — Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.
Page 190 - Nature, that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the Airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling : She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union.
Page 224 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...