PoemsMacmillan, 1889 - 370 pages |
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Æsir Afrasiab answer'd art thou Asgard Balder blood breast breath Breidablik bright brow Callicles calm clear cold crown'd dark dead death deep dost doth dream Duchess earth Empedocles eyes fame father Fausta Fcap feel FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE gaze gloom Gods golden gone grass grave green grey grief hair hand hath head hear heart Heaven Hela Hela's Hermod hills Hoder hour Iacchus Iseult King light Lityerses live lonely look'd morn never Niflheim night o'er Obermann Odin once Oxus pain pale pass'd Pausanias POEMS rest round Rustum sand sate Seistan shining sleep Sleipner smile Sohrab soul spake spear spirit spring stand stars stood stream strife sweet Tartar tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thy tablets to-day Tristram voice wandering waves weep wind wood young youth
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Page 212 - Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, " Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the
Page 163 - in the world they say; Come !' I said ; and we rose through the surf in the bay. We went up the beach, by the sandy down Where the sea-stocks bloom, to the white-wall'd town ; Through the narrow paved streets, where all was still, To the little grey church on the windy hill
Page 276 - And with joy the stars perform their shining, And the sea its long moon silver'd roll: For self-poised they live, nor pine with noting 'Bounded by themselves, and unregardful In what state God's other works may be, In their own tasks all their powers pouring, These attain the mighty life you see.
Page 307 - is my home. —Then through the great town's harsh, heartwearying roar, Let in thy voice a whisper often come, To chase fatigue and fear: Why faintest thou / I wander d till I died. Roam on ! The light we sought is shining still. Dost thou ask proof? Our tree yet crowns the hill, Our Scholar travels yet the loved hillside.
Page 286 - to neither strive nor cry, The power to feel with others give I Calm, calm me more! nor let me die Before I have begun to live. A WISH. I ASK not that my bed of death From bands of greedy heirs be free; For these besiege the latest breath Of fortune's
Page 331 - Ears, and labour-dimm'd eyes, Regarding neither to right Nor left, goes passively by, Staggering on to her goal; Bearing on shoulders immense, Atlantean, the load, Wellnigh not to be borne, Of the too vast orb of her fate. But was it thou— I think Surely it was !—that bard Unnamed, who, Goethe said, Had every other gift, but
Page 327 - Panic, despair, flee away. Ye move through the ranks, recall The stragglers, refresh the outworn, Praise, re-inspire the brave. Order, courage, return; Eyes rekindling, and prayers, Follow your steps as ye go. Ye fill up the gaps in our files, Strengthen the wavering line, Stablish, continue our march, On, to the
Page 277 - O air-born voice ! long since, severely clear, A cry like thine in mine own heart I hear: ' Resolve to be thyself; and know, that he Who finds himself, loses his misery I' MORALITY. 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
Page 283 - rises an unspeakable desire [[After the knowledge of our buried life; A thirst to spend our fire and restless force In tracking out our true, original course; A longing to inquire Into the mystery of this heart which beats So wild, so deep in us—to know
Page 301 - snapdragon, Sweet-William with his homely cottage-smell, And stocks in fragrant blow; Roses that down the alleys shine afar, And open, jasmine-muffled lattices, And groups under the dreaming garden-trees, And the full moon, and the white evening-star. He hearkens not ! light comer, he is flown! What matters it? next year he will return, And we shall have him in the sweet