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... fell in love with him ; and she followed him through the woods , longing for the power to speak to him . But alas ! she could not speak . They went on in this way for some time , Narcissus parting the branches in search of his comrades ...
... fell in love with him ; and she followed him through the woods , longing for the power to speak to him . But alas ! she could not speak . They went on in this way for some time , Narcissus parting the branches in search of his comrades ...
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... fell in love himself , and in a very strange way . When Narcissus was born , his mother took him to a wise man who could foretell the future , and asked whether her boy would live to manhood . The prophet answered , " If he never ...
... fell in love himself , and in a very strange way . When Narcissus was born , his mother took him to a wise man who could foretell the future , and asked whether her boy would live to manhood . The prophet answered , " If he never ...
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... showed herself in all her godlike splendor . The bystanders fell upon the ground and worshiped her . But Arachne , fool- ish Arachne , held her head high , and did not show the least fear or awe ; on the contrary , she.
... showed herself in all her godlike splendor . The bystanders fell upon the ground and worshiped her . But Arachne , fool- ish Arachne , held her head high , and did not show the least fear or awe ; on the contrary , she.
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... fell off , and her face be- came so small that her body looked very large next to it , though in reality it , too , had diminished in size . Her fin- gers were changed into ugly spider's legs , and , hanging from her thread , she spun ...
... fell off , and her face be- came so small that her body looked very large next to it , though in reality it , too , had diminished in size . Her fin- gers were changed into ugly spider's legs , and , hanging from her thread , she spun ...
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... fell deeply in love . But the other arrows were blunt and made of dull lead , and , strange to say , they made people hate one another . You will hear , in a moment , what use Cupid made of these curious arrows of his . him . When ...
... fell deeply in love . But the other arrows were blunt and made of dull lead , and , strange to say , they made people hate one another . You will hear , in a moment , what use Cupid made of these curious arrows of his . him . When ...
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Page 139 - BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 142 - I breathed a song into the air, I i. fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong. That it can follow the flight of song • Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend, SONNETS.
Page 29 - THE FOUNTAIN INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night ; Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow ; Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day ; Ever in...
Page 24 - I COME, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.
Page 37 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 139 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air...
Page 30 - Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night; Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow; Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day; Ever in motion, Blithesome and cheery, Still climbing heavenward, Never aweary; Glad of all weathers, Still seeming best, Upward or downward, Motion thy rest; Full of a nature Nothing can tame, Changed every moment, Ever the same; Ceaseless aspiring, Ceaseless content, Darkness or sunshine...
Page 61 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
Page 62 - Every thing 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.
Page 37 - I chatter over stony ways, in little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret, by many a field and fallow, and many a fairy foreland set with willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow to join the brimming river; for men may come and men may go, but I go on for ever.