Poems: Lyric, dramatic and elegiac poemsMacmillan, 1881 |
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anchorites Asopus Behold breast breath bright brow Callicles calm Catana Centaurs Circe clear cries dark dead death deep divine dost doth dream earth Empedocles eternal Etna eyes fame fate feel fields gaze Glion gloom glow Gods Goethe gone GRANDE CHARTREUSE grass grave green grey hair hath hear heart heaven hills hour Iacchus KENSINGTON GARDENS knew light little hour Lityerses live lonely long'd Marsyas mind mists Montbovon morning mortal mountains night o'er Obermann once pain pass pass'd past Pausanias Phrygian pines POEMS poet rest round Senancour shade shepherd shining sleep smile snow soft soul spirit spring stars strain stream strife sweet swell tears Thebes thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Thyrsis Tiresias to-night Vevey Vext voice wandering waves weary wind ye stars youth
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Page 66 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Page 176 - With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone ; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day, and wish 'twere done. Not till the hours of light return All we have built do we discern.
Page 174 - WEARY of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow I stand, which bears me Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea. And a look of passionate desire O'er the sea and to the stars I send: "Ye who from my childhood up have calmed me, Calm me, ah, compose me to the end! "Ah, once more...
Page 73 - CREEP into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset ! all stands fast. Thou thyself must break at last. Let the long contention cease! Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Let them have it how they will! Thou art tired; best be still.
Page 65 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Page 280 - Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born, With nowhere yet to rest my head, Like these, on earth I wait forlorn. Their faith, my tears, the world deride — I come to shed them at their side.
Page 222 - Sings his Sicilian fold, His sheep, his hapless love, his blinded eyes — And how a call celestial round him rang, And heavenward from the fountain-brink he sprang, And all the marvel of the golden skies. There thou art gone, and me thou leavest here Sole in these fields! yet will I not despair.
Page 170 - Children of men! the unseen Power, whose eye For ever doth accompany mankind, Hath look'd on no religion scornfully That men did ever find. ' Which has not taught weak wills how much they can ? Which has not fall'n on the dry heart like rain? Which has not cried to sunk, self-weary man: Thou must be born again !
Page 259 - Havoc is made in our train! Friends, who set forth at our side, Falter, are lost in the storm. We, we only are left!
Page 176 - WE cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides ; The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our soul abides. But tasks in hours of insight willed Can be through hours of gloom fulfilled.