The Book of ElegiesJames Baldwin Silver, Burdett & Company, 1893 - 304 pagina's |
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Pagina 22
... flowers redden from grief ; whilst Cytherea sings mournfully along all woody mountain passes , and through cities . Alas , alas for Cytherea , beauteous Adonis hath perished ! And Echo cried in response , " Beauteous Adonis hath ...
... flowers redden from grief ; whilst Cytherea sings mournfully along all woody mountain passes , and through cities . Alas , alas for Cytherea , beauteous Adonis hath perished ! And Echo cried in response , " Beauteous Adonis hath ...
Pagina 23
... flowers : 14 the blood begets a rose , and the tears the anemone . Lament no more , Venus , thy wooer in 20 the ... flowers ; all with him , since he is dead , ay , 16 all flowers have become 30 withered ; but sprinkle him with myrtles ...
... flowers : 14 the blood begets a rose , and the tears the anemone . Lament no more , Venus , thy wooer in 20 the ... flowers ; all with him , since he is dead , ay , 16 all flowers have become 30 withered ; but sprinkle him with myrtles ...
Pagina 25
... flower of her blood which is holy , Each footstep she takes ; and the valleys repeat The sharp cry she utters , and draw it out slowly . She calls on her spouse , her 5 Assyrian , on him Her own youth , while the dark blood spreads over ...
... flower of her blood which is holy , Each footstep she takes ; and the valleys repeat The sharp cry she utters , and draw it out slowly . She calls on her spouse , her 5 Assyrian , on him Her own youth , while the dark blood spreads over ...
Pagina 26
... flowers as they blow Redden outward with sorrow , while all hear her go With the song of her sadness through mountain and city . Ah , ah , Cytherea ! Adonis is dead . Fair Adonis is dead - Echo answers Adonis ! 7 Who weeps not for ...
... flowers as they blow Redden outward with sorrow , while all hear her go With the song of her sadness through mountain and city . Ah , ah , Cytherea ! Adonis is dead . Fair Adonis is dead - Echo answers Adonis ! 7 Who weeps not for ...
Pagina 27
... flowers for the earth's garden- close , - 14 Her tear to the wind - flower ; his blood to the rose . I mourn for Adonis Adonis is dead . - Weep no more in the woods , Cytherea , thy lover ! So , well make a place for his corse in thy ...
... flowers for the earth's garden- close , - 14 Her tear to the wind - flower ; his blood to the rose . I mourn for Adonis Adonis is dead . - Weep no more in the woods , Cytherea , thy lover ! So , well make a place for his corse in thy ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
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...