Select PoemsChatto & Windus, 1887 - 230 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE art thou Baby behold Bertuccio bird blast blood born breath bright child cloud crown darkness dawn dead death delight Dost thou dream Duchess earth face fair Faliero fear fire flame flower foam give glad gleam glory God's grace grief Hast thou hate hath hear heart heaven hell high song honour hope hour Iseult ITYLUS kindled land laugh light lightened lips live lord love's lyre man's MARINO FALIERO Mary Beaton Mary Stuart MELEAGER men's mother night nought OREITHYIA praise queen rapture rejoice rose sea's shadow shame shine shore sight sing sleep soft SOLWAY FIRTH song soul sound spirit spring star storm strength strike strong sweet thee thine hand things thou art thou hast thought thunder Tixall TRISTRAM OF LYONESSE twain VICTOR HUGO waste waters waves weft whence wilt wind wind's wings word wrath
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Página 61 - But what thing dost thou now, Looking Godward, to cry " I am I, thou art thou, I am low, thou art high " ? I am thou, whom thou seekest to find him ; find thou but thyself, thou art I.
Página 45 - Not a flower to be pressed of the foot that falls not; As the heart of a dead man the seed-plots are dry; From the thicket of thorns whence the nightingale calls not, Could she call, there were never a rose to reply. Over the meadows that blossom and wither, Rings but the note of a sea-bird's song. Only the sun and the rain come hither All year long.
Página 68 - And the sound of them springing And smell of their shoots Were as warmth and sweet singing And strength to my roots; And the lives of my children made perfect with freedom of soul were my fruits.
Página 46 - And or ever the garden's last petals were shed. In the lips that had whispered, the eyes that had lightened, Love was dead. Or they loved their life through, and then went whither? And were one to the end — but what end who knows?
Página 45 - Night and day. The dense hard passage is blind and stifled That crawls by a track none turn to climb To the strait waste place that the years have rifled Of all but the thorns that are touched not of time.
Página 63 - Have I set such a star To show light on thy brow That thou sawest from afar What I show to thee now ? Have ye spoken as brethren together, the sun and the mountains and thou...
Página 60 - I am that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal and Whole; God changes, and man, and the form of them bodily; I am the soul.
Página 47 - Till the slow sea rise and the sheer cliff crumble, Till terrace and meadow the deep gulfs drink, Till the strength of the waves of the high tides humble 75 The fields that lessen, the rocks that shrink...
Página 173 - Thou shouldst die as he dies For whom none sheddeth tears; Filling thine eyes And fulfilling thine ears With the brilliance of battle, the bloom and the beauty, the splendour of spears.
Página 173 - CHORUS In the ears of the world It is sung, it is told, And the light thereof hurled And the noise thereof rolled From the Acroceraunian snow to the ford of the fleece of gold. MELEAGER Would God ye could carry me Forth of all these ; Heap sand and bury me By the Chersonese Where the thundering Bosphorus answers the thunder of Pontic seas.