The Book of ElegiesJames Baldwin Silver, Burdett & Company, 1893 - 304 pagina's |
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Pagina 20
... beauty , sprang everywhere into being . But , as the Seasons passed , the unwilling Sun was wooed by envious Darkness , his light was obscured by clouds , his glory was dimmed , his beauty was shrouded with shade . On the wooded hill ...
... beauty , sprang everywhere into being . But , as the Seasons passed , the unwilling Sun was wooed by envious Darkness , his light was obscured by clouds , his glory was dimmed , his beauty was shrouded with shade . On the wooded hill ...
Pagina 22
... beauty . Fair beauty had Venus when Adonis was living ; but with Adonis perished the fair form of Venus , alas , alas ! All mountains and the oaks say , " Alas for Adonis ! " And rivers sorrow for the woes of Aphrodite , and springs on ...
... beauty . Fair beauty had Venus when Adonis was living ; but with Adonis perished the fair form of Venus , alas , alas ! All mountains and the oaks say , " Alas for Adonis ! " And rivers sorrow for the woes of Aphrodite , and springs on ...
Pagina 25
... beauty and death ; The white tusk of a boar has transpierced his white thigh . 3 Cytherea grows mad at his thin , gasping breath , While the black blood drips down on the pale ivory , And his eyeballs lie quenched with the weight of his ...
... beauty and death ; The white tusk of a boar has transpierced his white thigh . 3 Cytherea grows mad at his thin , gasping breath , While the black blood drips down on the pale ivory , And his eyeballs lie quenched with the weight of his ...
Pagina 27
... beauty flows down to thee : I cannot make him Look up at my grief : there's despair in my cry , Since I wail for Adonis who died to me - died to me Then , I fear thee ! Art thou dead , my adored ? Passion 10 ends like a dream in the ...
... beauty flows down to thee : I cannot make him Look up at my grief : there's despair in my cry , Since I wail for Adonis who died to me - died to me Then , I fear thee ! Art thou dead , my adored ? Passion 10 ends like a dream in the ...
Pagina 29
... beauty was so wonderful that Aphrodite ( Venus ) conceived a passion for him , and , unknown to all the gods , she put him into a coffer , and gave him to Persephone to keep . But the queen of the shadow - land refused to give him back ...
... beauty was so wonderful that Aphrodite ( Venus ) conceived a passion for him , and , unknown to all the gods , she put him into a coffer , and gave him to Persephone to keep . But the queen of the shadow - land refused to give him back ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Aphrodite Arethusa Astrophel beauty blood breast breath calm cold Compare with Lycidas Cytherea Daphnis dark dead death deep doth dream dust earth Eclogue Elegy eternal eyes faded Faerie Queene fair faith fancy flowers grave grief hath hear heart heaven hills hour John Keats Keats kiss Lament for Adonis Lament for Bion leave light living Lycidas Lycon memory Milton mind morning Moschus mountains mourn mourns for Adonais Muses never night Nymphs o'er Paradise Lost pastoral Persephone poem poet poetry Ring rose round shadow Shelley Shelley's Shepheards Shepheards Calender shepherd's lay shore sing sleep smile song Sonnet Sonnet 61 sorrow soul Spenser spirit spring STANZA star sweet tears thee Theocritus thine things Thomas Chatterton thou art thought thro tomb unto Urania voice wail weep wild winds wings woods words ye Muses dear ye Sicilian Muses
Populaire passages
Pagina 295 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
Pagina 193 - Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Pagina 294 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Pagina 275 - And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state...
Pagina 283 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Pagina 84 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Pagina 280 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Pagina 97 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Pagina 128 - Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be!
Pagina 33 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath...