 Oh, our yEschylus, the thunderous, How he drove the bolted breath Through the cloud, to wedge it ponderous In the gnarled oak beneath ! Oh, our Sophocles, the royal, Who was born to monarch's place, And who made the whole world loyal, Less by kingly power...  Poems - Página 305por Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1887 - 315 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1844 - 290 páginas
...How he drove the bolted breath Through the cloud, to wedge it ponderous In the gnarled oak beneath. Oh, our Sophocles, the royal ! Who was born to monarch's...kingly power than grace. Our Euripides, the human— rWith his droppings of warm tears ; Our Theocritus, our Bion, And our Pindar's shining goals ! —... | |
 | 1845 - 670 páginas
...How he drove the bolted breath Through the cloud, to wedge it ponderous In the gnarled oak beneath. Oh ! our Sophocles, the royal ! Who was born to monarch's...touch the spheres ! Our Theocritus, our Bion, And our Piudar's shining goals ! These were cup-bearers undying Of the wine that' s meant for souls. And my... | |
 | 1845 - 732 páginas
...How he drove the bolted breath Through the cloud, to wedge it ponderous In the gnarh'd oak beneath. the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door ; And his eyes have all the seeming of a 1m touches of things common, 'Till they rose to touch the spheres ! Our Theocritus, our Bion, And our... | |
 | 1845 - 688 páginas
...How he drove the bolted breath Through the cloud, to wedge it ponderous In the gnarled oak beneath. Oh, our Sophocles, the royal ! Who was born to monarch's...place ; And who made the whole world loyal, Less by kiugly power than grace. Our Euripides, the human — With his droppings of warm tears ; And bis touches... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1850 - 596 páginas
...How he drove the bolted breath Through the cloud, to wedge it ponderous In the gnarled oak beneath. Oh, our Sophocles, the royal, Who was born to monarch's...whole world loyal, Less by kingly power than grace. XII. Our Euripides, the human — • With his droppings of warm tears ; Our Theocritus, our Bion,... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1853 - 314 páginas
...How he drove the bolted breath Through the cloud, to wedge it ponderous In the gnarled oak beneath. Oh, our Sophocles, the royal : Who was born to monarch's...Theocritus, our Bion, And our Pindar's shining goals Η These were cup-bearers undying, Of the wine that's meant for souls. And my Plato, the divine... | |
 | Grace Greenwood - 1853 - 430 páginas
...together there, How the white vests of the chorus Seemed to wave up a live air ! * * * * ' Our Euripedes the human, With his droppings of warm tears ; And...shining goals! These were cup-bearers undying, Of the wines that's meant for souls ! ' Thus passed the early womanhood of Elinor Vernon ; but she was by... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1853 - 508 páginas
...How he drove the bolted breath Through the cloud, to wedge it ponderous In the gnarled oak beneath. Oh, our Sophocles, the royal, Who was born to monarch's...whole world loyal, Less by kingly power than grace. IX. Our Euripides, the human — With his droppings of warm tears ; Aud his touches of things common,... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 páginas
...How he drove the bolted breath Through the cloud, to wedge it ponderous In the gnarled oak beneath. Oh, our Sophocles, the royal, Who was born to monarch's...whole world loyal. Less by kingly power than grace. With his droppings of warm tears ; And his touches of things common, Till they rose to touch the spheres... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1862 - 480 páginas
...How he drove the bolted breath Through the cloud, to wedge it ponderous In the gnarled oak beneath. Oh, our Sophocles, the royal, Who was born to monarch's...whole world loyal, Less by kingly power than grace. XII. Our Euripides, the human, With his droppings of warm tears, And his touches of things common Till... | |
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