Poems by Matthew ArnoldMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1896 - 161 páginas |
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... loved life a little , loathed it more ? Down the pale cheek long lines of shadow slope , Which years , and curious thought , and suffering give . -Thou hast foreknown the vanity of hope , Foreseen thy harvest - yet proceed'st to live ...
... loved life a little , loathed it more ? Down the pale cheek long lines of shadow slope , Which years , and curious thought , and suffering give . -Thou hast foreknown the vanity of hope , Foreseen thy harvest - yet proceed'st to live ...
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... loved a God . But he has met that doom , which long ago The Nornies , when his mother bare him , spun , And fate set seal that so his end must be . Balder has met his death , and ye survive- Weep him an hour , but what can grief avail ...
... loved a God . But he has met that doom , which long ago The Nornies , when his mother bare him , spun , And fate set seal that so his end must be . Balder has met his death , and ye survive- Weep him an hour , but what can grief avail ...
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... loved Balder's breast At whom the Gods in sport their weapons threw- ' Gainst that alone had Balder's life no charm . Now therefore what to attempt , or whither fly , For who will bear my hateful sight in Heaven ? Can I , O mother ...
... loved Balder's breast At whom the Gods in sport their weapons threw- ' Gainst that alone had Balder's life no charm . Now therefore what to attempt , or whither fly , For who will bear my hateful sight in Heaven ? Can I , O mother ...
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... by no stroke of death , Tardy or swift , would'st thou be loath to die , So it restored thee , Nanna , to my side , Whom thou so well hast loved ; but I can smooth 290 300 Thy way , and this , at least , my 20 NARRATIVE POEMS .
... by no stroke of death , Tardy or swift , would'st thou be loath to die , So it restored thee , Nanna , to my side , Whom thou so well hast loved ; but I can smooth 290 300 Thy way , and this , at least , my 20 NARRATIVE POEMS .
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... loved , and many mourn my death ; For double - minded ever was the seed 270 Of Lok , and double are the gifts they give . Howbeit , report thy message ; and therewith , To Odin , to my father , take this ring , Memorial of me , whether ...
... loved , and many mourn my death ; For double - minded ever was the seed 270 Of Lok , and double are the gifts they give . Howbeit , report thy message ; and therewith , To Odin , to my father , take this ring , Memorial of me , whether ...
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answer'd Asgard Balder Balder back Balder Dead Balder's ship beach blind Breidablik bridge bright brother Church of Brou corpse crown'd Cumner dark death didst Duchess earth Edda Empedocles on Etna eyes father feast Fenris fields Frea gazed ghosts Giall's stream Gipsy gloom Gods golden gone grave grief hath hear heart Heaven Hela Hela's realm Hermod Heroes hills Hoder horse Kensington Gardens labour light Lityerses live lonely loved Matthew Arnold Merman Midgard mother mourn Muspel Nanna Neckan Niflheim night Niord o'er Odin Odin's hall once Oxford pass'd peace poet priest replied roaring rode round Rugby Chapel sails sate Scholar-Gipsy sewed shore simile sings Sleipner solemn queen soul spake spirit stanza stars stone stood Strayed Reveller tears Thebes thee thine things Thor thou hast Thyrsis tree Valhalla voice wail waves weep wind wood word Wytham youth
Pasajes populares
Página 65 - The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;— on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Página 147 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Página 66 - At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
Página 54 - For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden, And the gleam of her golden hair. Come away, away, children. Come children, come down. The hoarse wind blows colder; Lights shine in the town.
Página 138 - He found us when the age had bound Our souls in its benumbing round ; He spoke, and loosed our heart in tears. He laid us as we lay at birth On the cool flowery lap of earth...
Página 66 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Página 52 - Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam, Where the salt weed sways in the stream...
Página 52 - Where the winds are all asleep ; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam. Where the salt weed sways in the stream, Where the sea-beasts, ranged all round, Feed in the ooze of their pasture-ground ; 40 Where the sea-snakes coil and twine, Dry their mail and bask in the brine ; Where great whales come sailing by, Sail and sail, with unshut eye, Round the world for ever and aye?
Página 83 - At some lone homestead in the Cumner hills, Where at her open door the housewife darns, Thou hast been seen, or hanging on a gate To watch the threshers in the mossy barns. Children, who early range these slopes and late For cresses from the rills...
Página 86 - O born in days when wits were fresh and clear, And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames ; Before this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims...