Locksley Hall Sixty Years After: The Promise of May ; Tiresias ; and Other PoemsTauchnitz, 1887 - 286 strani |
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Author Balin better blue born break brother child coming coom dark dead death DOBSON DORA dream earth EDGAR Edition English Enter eyes face fall FARMING father fire flowers forgive Frontispiece golden gone hand HAROLD hath hear heard heart Heaven hold hope hour King knaws Lady land leave light live Locksley Hall look Lord lost Mark marriage Master MILLY Miss Molly Mother move never night niver once past Pfennige Philip Poems poor portrait promise Queen rose SALLY shadow side sister smile soul speak STEER Story sweet tell thee theer thine things thou thought thro TIRESIAS true vide voice wife woods young
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Stran 263 - Now the Rome of slaves hath perish'd, and the Rome of freemen holds her place, I, from out the Northern Island sunder'd once from all the human race, x I salute thee, Mantovano, I that loved thee since my day began, Wielder of the stateliest measure ever moulded by the lips of man.
Stran 261 - Thou that singest wheat and woodland, tilth and vineyard, hive and horse and herd; All the charm of all the Muses often flowering in a lonely word...
Stran 162 - Gone into darkness, that full light Of friendship ! past, in sleep, away By night, into the deeper night! The deeper night? A clearer day Than our poor twilight dawn on earth — If night, what barren toil to be ! What life, so maim'd by night, were worth Our living out? Not mine to me...
Stran 269 - Before them fleets the shower, And burst the buds, And shine the level lands, And flash the floods ; The stars are from their hands Flung thro...
Stran 33 - Is it well that while we range with Science, glorying in the Time, City children soak and blacken soul and sense in city slime? There among the glooming alleys Progress halts on palsied feet, Crime and hunger cast our maidens by the thousand on the street There the Master scrimps his haggard sempstress of her daily bread, There a single sordid attic holds the living and the dead. There the smouldering fire of fever creeps across the rotted floor, And the crowded couch of incest in the warrens of...
Stran 272 - MIDNIGHT — in no midsummer tune The breakers lash the shores : The cuckoo of a joyless June Is calling out of doors : And thou hast vanish'd from thine own To that which looks like rest, True brother, only to be known By those who love thee best. Midnight — and joyless June gone by, And from the deluged park The cuckoo of a worse July Is calling thro...
Stran 258 - I would that wars should cease, I would the globe from end to end Might sow and reap in peace, And some new Spirit o'erbear the old, Or Trade re-frain the Powers From war with kindly links of gold, Or Love with wreaths of flowers. Slav, Teuton, Kelt, I count them all My friends and brother souls, With all the peoples, great and small, That wheel between the poles.