Sohrab and Rustum: And Other PoemsMacmillan, 1907 - 219 páginas |
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... Tartar camp along the stream Was hush'd , and still the men were plunged in sleep ; Sohrab alone , he slept not ; all night long He had lain wakeful , tossing on his bed ; But when the grey dawn stole into his tent , He rose , and clad ...
... Tartar camp along the stream Was hush'd , and still the men were plunged in sleep ; Sohrab alone , he slept not ; all night long He had lain wakeful , tossing on his bed ; But when the grey dawn stole into his tent , He rose , and clad ...
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... Tartars and bore arms , I have still served Afrasiab well , and shown , At my boy's years , the courage of a man . This too thou know'st , that while I still bear on The conquering Tartar ensigns through the world , And beat the ...
... Tartars and bore arms , I have still served Afrasiab well , and shown , At my boy's years , the courage of a man . This too thou know'st , that while I still bear on The conquering Tartar ensigns through the world , And beat the ...
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... Tartar chiefs , And share the battle's common chance with us Who love thee , but must press for ever first , In single fight incurring single risk , To find a father thou hast never seen ° ? That were far best , my son , to stay with us ...
... Tartar chiefs , And share the battle's common chance with us Who love thee , but must press for ever first , In single fight incurring single risk , To find a father thou hast never seen ° ? That were far best , my son , to stay with us ...
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... Tartar horsemen filed Into the open plain ; so Haman ° bade- Haman , who next to Peran - Wisa ruled The host , and ... Tartars of the Oxus , the King's guard , First , with black sheep - skin caps and with long spears ; Large men , large ...
... Tartar horsemen filed Into the open plain ; so Haman ° bade- Haman , who next to Peran - Wisa ruled The host , and ... Tartars of the Oxus , the King's guard , First , with black sheep - skin caps and with long spears ; Large men , large ...
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... Tartars back , He took his spear , and to the front he came , --- 125 130 135 140 145 And check'd his ranks , and fix'd ° them where they stood . And the old Tartar came upon the sand Betwixt the silent hosts , and spake , and said ...
... Tartars back , He took his spear , and to the front he came , --- 125 130 135 140 145 And check'd his ranks , and fix'd ° them where they stood . And the old Tartar came upon the sand Betwixt the silent hosts , and spake , and said ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Afrasiab ancient Aral Sea arms Arthur Hugh Clough Bokhara bright Brittany Cæsar champion Church Cornwall Cumner dark death dost doth dream Edited English Essays eyes father fields fight gone grave Greek green Gudurz hair hand hath heart heaven Helmund Heroes High School horse Iacchus Iliad introductory note Iseult of Ireland Jaxartes Kaoos Khiva King Marc Laocoön light lines live lonely Lucius Tiberius Matthew Arnold Merlin Merman mighty never night note to poem o'er Oxford Oxus pale pass'd Peran-Wisa Persian poet poet's poetic poetry round Rugby Chapel Ruksh Rustum Saint Brandan sand Scholar-Gipsy Seistan Shah Nameh shepherd shine shore sleep Sohrab Sohrab and Rustum soul spear stanza stars stood story stray stream sweet Tartar Tennyson's tents thee thine thou art thou hast thought Thyrsis Tristram and Iseult verse voice wandering waves wind words Wordsworth youth ΙΟ
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Página 162 - Thou comest to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shield; but I come to thee in the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom thou hast defied.
Página 89 - 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 89 - 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 205 - Adorable dreamer, whose heart has been so romantic ! who hast given thyself so prodigally, given thyself to sides and to heroes not mine, only never to the Philistines ! home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs, and unpopular names, and impossible loyalties...
Página 92 - With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone. The islands feel the enclasping flow, And then their endless bounds they know. But when the moon their hollows lights, And they are swept by balms of spring, And in their glens, on starry nights, The nightingales divinely sing ; And lovely notes, from shore to shore, Across the sounds and channels pour — Oh ! then a longing like despair Is to their farthest caverns sent ; For surely once, they...
Página 179 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Página 70 - Requiescat STREW on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew ! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too ! Her mirth the world required ; She bathed it in smiles of glee. But her heart was tired, tired, And now they let her be. Her life was turning, turning, In mazes of heat and sound. But for peace her soul was yearning, And now peace laps her round. Her cabin'd, ample spirit, It flutter'd and fail'd for breath. To-night it doth inherit The vasty hall of death.
Página 99 - WEARY of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow I stand, which bears me Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea. And a look of passionate desire O'er the sea and to the stars I send : " Ye who from my childhood up have calmed me, Calm me, ah, compose me to the end ! Ah, once more...
Página 128 - No, no, thou hast not felt the lapse of hours. For what wears out the life of mortal men ? 'Tis that from change to change their being rolls : 'Tis that repeated shocks, again, again, Exhaust the energy of strongest souls, And numb the elastic powers.
Página 205 - And yet, steeped in sentiment as she lies, spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age, who will deny that Oxford, by her ineffable charm, keeps ever calling us nearer to the true goal of all of us, to the ideal, to perfection, to beauty, in a word, which is only truth seen from another side?