Complete Poetical Works, 3. kötetHoughten, Mifflin, 1892 |
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34. oldal
... hands . A flourish of trum- pets . Enter MAMMON as Arch - priest , SwELLFOOT , DAKRY , PURGANAX , LAOCTONOS , followed by IONA TAURINA guarded . On the other side enter the Swine . CHORUS OF PRIESTS ( accompanied by the Court Porkman on ...
... hands . A flourish of trum- pets . Enter MAMMON as Arch - priest , SwELLFOOT , DAKRY , PURGANAX , LAOCTONOS , followed by IONA TAURINA guarded . On the other side enter the Swine . CHORUS OF PRIESTS ( accompanied by the Court Porkman on ...
39. oldal
... hands folded on her breast and her eyes lifted to Heaven , stands , as with saint - like resignation , to wait the ... hand with a loud laugh of triumph , and empties it over SWELL- FOOT and his whole Court , who are instantly changed ...
... hands folded on her breast and her eyes lifted to Heaven , stands , as with saint - like resignation , to wait the ... hand with a loud laugh of triumph , and empties it over SWELL- FOOT and his whole Court , who are instantly changed ...
76. oldal
... hand clasps his cold head , And fans him with her moonlight wings , and cries , " Our love , our hope , our sorrow , is not dead ; See , on the silken fringe of his faint eyes , Like dew upon a sleeping flower , there lies A tear some ...
... hand clasps his cold head , And fans him with her moonlight wings , and cries , " Our love , our hope , our sorrow , is not dead ; See , on the silken fringe of his faint eyes , Like dew upon a sleeping flower , there lies A tear some ...
83. oldal
... hands though mighty heart Dare the unpastured dragon in his den ? Defenceless as thou wert , oh , where was then Wisdom the mirrored shield , or scorn the spear ? Or hadst thou waited the full cycle , when Thy spirit should have filled ...
... hands though mighty heart Dare the unpastured dragon in his den ? Defenceless as thou wert , oh , where was then Wisdom the mirrored shield , or scorn the spear ? Or hadst thou waited the full cycle , when Thy spirit should have filled ...
85. oldal
... hand that grasped it ; of that crew He came the last , neglected and apart ; A herd - abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart . XXXIV All stood aloof , and at his partial moan Smiled through their tears ; well knew that gentle band ...
... hand that grasped it ; of that crew He came the last , neglected and apart ; A herd - abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart . XXXIV All stood aloof , and at his partial moan Smiled through their tears ; well knew that gentle band ...
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274. oldal - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
236. oldal - Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean...
223. oldal - Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
273. oldal - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched- with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
346. oldal - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
89. oldal - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th...
222. oldal - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
81. oldal - Alas! that all we loved of him should be, But for our grief, as if it had not been, And grief itself be mortal! Woe is me! Whence are we, and why are we? of what scene The actors or spectators? Great and mean Meet massed in death, who lends what life must borrow. As long as skies are blue and fields are green, Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow. xxii He will awake no more, oh, never more! 190 'Wake thou,' cried Misery, 'childless...
245. oldal - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
270. oldal - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.