Endymion, a Poetic RomanceH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1818 - 242 pagina's |
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Pagina 6
... happy pens Whither his brethren , bleating with content , Over the hills at every nightfall went . Among the shepherds , ' twas believed ever , 60 70 That not one fleecy lamb which thus did sever From 6 BOOK I. ENDYMION .
... happy pens Whither his brethren , bleating with content , Over the hills at every nightfall went . Among the shepherds , ' twas believed ever , 60 70 That not one fleecy lamb which thus did sever From 6 BOOK I. ENDYMION .
Pagina 23
... happy changes in emphatic dreams , Along a path between two little streams , — Guarding his forehead , with her round elbow , From low - grown branches , and his footsteps slow From stumbling over stumps and hillocks small ; Until they ...
... happy changes in emphatic dreams , Along a path between two little streams , — Guarding his forehead , with her round elbow , From low - grown branches , and his footsteps slow From stumbling over stumps and hillocks small ; Until they ...
Pagina 45
... happy chance : so happy , I was fain To follow it upon the open plain , And , therefore , was just going ; when , behold ! A wonder , fair as any I have told— The same bright face I tasted in my sleep , Smiling in the clear well . My ...
... happy chance : so happy , I was fain To follow it upon the open plain , And , therefore , was just going ; when , behold ! A wonder , fair as any I have told— The same bright face I tasted in my sleep , Smiling in the clear well . My ...
Pagina 70
... flame : it doth immerse And suffocate true blessings in a curse . Half - happy , by comparison of bliss , Is miserable . ' Twas even so with this 360 370 Dew - dropping melody , in the Carian's ear ; 70 BOOK II . ENDYMION .
... flame : it doth immerse And suffocate true blessings in a curse . Half - happy , by comparison of bliss , Is miserable . ' Twas even so with this 360 370 Dew - dropping melody , in the Carian's ear ; 70 BOOK II . ENDYMION .
Pagina 73
... who straightway , Smiling , thus whisper'd : " Though from upper day Thou art a wanderer , and thy presence here Might seem unholy , be of happy cheer ! 420 430 For ' tis the nicest touch of human honour , BOOK II . 73 ENDYMION .
... who straightway , Smiling , thus whisper'd : " Though from upper day Thou art a wanderer , and thy presence here Might seem unholy , be of happy cheer ! 420 430 For ' tis the nicest touch of human honour , BOOK II . 73 ENDYMION .
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Adieu airy anon Arethusa Art thou Bacchus behold beneath bliss blue bosom bower breast breath bright Carian cheek chidden clouds cold cool Cupid dark death deep Dian's didst dost doth dream dreary ears earth Elysium Endymion Eolian eyes faint fair fear feel flowers forest gentle goddess golden golden palace green grief hand happy hast thou head heart heaven Heaven's gates immortal kiss Latmian leaves light lips lonely lute lyre maid melt Morpheus mortal mossy Naiads Neptune Nereids night nymph o'er once pass'd Peona Phoebus pinions rill ring-dove rose round Scylla seem'd shalt sigh silent silver sing sleep slumber smile soft sorrow soul spake stept strange streams sudden sweet tears tender thee thine things thou art Thou wast thought trees trembling twas Vex'd voice weep whence wild wilt wind wings wonders young youth
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Pagina 173 - I sure must be, To lose in grieving all my maiden prime. 'Come then, Sorrow, Sweetest Sorrow! Like an own babe I nurse thee on my breast: I thought to leave thee, And deceive thee, But now of all the world I love thee best. 'There is not one, No, no, not one But thee to comfort a poor lonely maid; Thou art her mother, And her brother, Her playmate, and her wooer in the shade.
Pagina 170 - Bacchus, young Bacchus! good or ill betide, We dance before him thorough kingdoms wide: — Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our wild minstrelsy!" Whence came ye, jolly Satyrs! whence came ye! So many, and so many, and such glee? Why have ye left your forest haunts, why left Your nuts in oak-tree cleft?
Pagina 40 - Into a sort of oneness, and our state Is like a floating spirit's. But there are Richer entanglements, enthralments far More self-destroying, leading by degrees, To the chief intensity: the crown of these Is made of love and friendship, and sits high Upon the forehead of humanity.
Pagina 167 - And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly; She is so constant to me, and so kind: I would deceive her, And so leave her, But ah! she is so constant and so kind.
Pagina 169 - And as I sat, over the light blue hills There came a noise of revellers : the rills Into the wide stream came of purple hue — 'Twas Bacchus and his crew ! The earnest trumpet spake, and silver thrills From kissing cymbals made a merry din — 'Twas Bacchus and his kin ! Like to a moving vintage down they came, Crown'd with green leaves, and faces all on flame ; All madly dancing through the pleasant valley. To scare thee, Melancholy...
Pagina 6 - Many and many a verse I hope to write, Before the daisies, vermeil rimmed and white, Hide in deep herbage ; and ere yet the bees Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas, I must be near the middle of my story. O may no wintry season, bare and hoary, See it half finished : but let Autumn bold, With universal tinge of sober gold, Be all about me when I make an end.
Pagina 5 - I'll smoothly steer My little boat, for many quiet hours, With streams that deepen freshly into bowers. Many and many a verse I hope to write, Before the daisies, vermeil rimm'd and white, 50 Hide in deep herbage ; and ere yet the bees Hum about globes of clover and sweet peas, I must be near the middle of my story.
Pagina 190 - Of mortals each to each, against the blooms Of flowers, rush of rivers, and the tombs Of heroes gone ! Against his proper glory Has my own soul conspired : so my story Will I to children utter, and repent.
Pagina 170 - We follow Bacchus! Bacchus on the wing, A conquering! Bacchus, young Bacchus! good or ill betide, We dance before him thorough kingdoms wide: — Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our wild minstrelsy!