Poems, 第 1 卷J. Miller, 1862 |
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Adam ADAM and EVE Adonis Ador æther angel antistrophe beauty behold beloved beneath birds blessed bowed breath bride brow calm child Chorus crown curse Cytherea dark dead death deep Dost thou doth dread dream drop dropt Earth Spirits evermore eyes fair fear gaze glory God's grief hand harken hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly Hephæstus Hermes holy human King kiss lady lift light lips look Lucifer Margret mortals mother mystic night o'er Oceanus pain pale passion pity poet Poet voices prayed prayer Prometheus river floweth round sate scorn semichorus seraph shine sight silence smile song soul sound spake speak stars steed stood sweet tears thee thine things Thou art thou hast thought throne thunder Toll slowly tread trees tremble Twixt unto utter vow to thee wail ween weep wild wind wings word Zerah Zeus
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第314页 - But my lover will not prize All the glory that he rides in, When he gazes in my face: He will say, 'O Love, thine eyes Build the shrine my soul abides in, And I kneel here for thy grace...
第354页 - WHAT was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat, And breaking the golden lilies afloat • With the dragon-fly on the river? He tore out a reed, the great god Pan...
第315页 - He will kiss me on the mouth Then, and lead me as a lover Through the crowds that praise his deeds; And, when soul-tied by one troth, Unto him I will discover That swan's nest among the reeds.
第309页 - They have caught out at the rein which Sir Guy threw loose — in vain, Toll slowly. For the horse in stark despair, with his front hoofs poised in air, On the last verge rears amain.
第355页 - He tore out a reed, the great god Pan, From the deep, cool bed of the river; The limpid water turbidly ran, And the broken lilies a-dying lay, And the dragon-fly had fled away Ere he brought it out of the river.
第315页 - And the first time I will send A white rosebud for a guerdon, And the second time a glove ; But the third time — I may bend From my pride, and answer — 'Pardon If he comes to take my love.
第67页 - A poor man, served by thee, shall make thee rich ; A sick man, helped by thee, shall make thee strong ; Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.
第324页 - And, dear Bertha, let me keep On my hand this little ring, Which at nights, when others sleep, I can still see glittering. Let me wear it out of sight, In the grave,— where it will light All the Dark up, day and night.
第296页 - Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west, Toll slowly. And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness, — Round our restlessness, His rest.
第305页 - Go to, faithful friends, go to ! judge no more what ladies do, No, nor how their lords may ride ! " Then the good steed's rein she took, and his neck did kiss and stroke : Toll slowly.