Laus Veneris: And Other Poems and BalladsCarleton, 1867 - 328 páginas |
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... curls and goes out like steam Night falls like fire ; the heavy lights run low , And as they drop , my blood and body , so Shake as the flame shakes , full of days and hours That sleep not , neither weep they as they go . Ah yet would ...
... curls and goes out like steam Night falls like fire ; the heavy lights run low , And as they drop , my blood and body , so Shake as the flame shakes , full of days and hours That sleep not , neither weep they as they go . Ah yet would ...
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... Curled like a tiger's that curl back to feed ; Red only where the last kiss made them bleed ; Her hair most thick with many a carven gem , Deep in the mane , great - chested , like a steed . Yea , with red sin the faces of them shine ...
... Curled like a tiger's that curl back to feed ; Red only where the last kiss made them bleed ; Her hair most thick with many a carven gem , Deep in the mane , great - chested , like a steed . Yea , with red sin the faces of them shine ...
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... curled eddies of the blowing Rhine , I felt the sharp wind shaking grass and vine Touch my blood too , and sting me with delight Through all this waste and weary body of mine That never feels clear air ; right gladly then I 12 LAUS ...
... curled eddies of the blowing Rhine , I felt the sharp wind shaking grass and vine Touch my blood too , and sting me with delight Through all this waste and weary body of mine That never feels clear air ; right gladly then I 12 LAUS ...
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... curled and sad ; All his gold raiment had Pale stains of dust and rust . A riven hood was pulled across his eyes ; The token of him being upon this wise Made for a sign of Lust . The next was Shame , with hollow heavy face Colored like ...
... curled and sad ; All his gold raiment had Pale stains of dust and rust . A riven hood was pulled across his eyes ; The token of him being upon this wise Made for a sign of Lust . The next was Shame , with hollow heavy face Colored like ...
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... curled hair had the wave of And the sea's gold in it . Her eyes were as a dove's that s Strewn dust of gold she had shed And pearl and purple and amber Upon her raiment of dyed sendal Were painted all the secret ways And covered things ...
... curled hair had the wave of And the sea's gold in it . Her eyes were as a dove's that s Strewn dust of gold she had shed And pearl and purple and amber Upon her raiment of dyed sendal Were painted all the secret ways And covered things ...
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Laus Veneris: And Other Poems and Ballads Algernon Charles Swinburne Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
Términos y frases comunes
ANTIPHONE bitter blood blossom body breast breath bright brows burn color curled curse dead death delight dreams drouth dust earth eyelids eyes face fair fair lord Faustine feet fire flame flesh flowers foam fruit girdle glad God's gods Golden gloves goodliest goodly grass green hair hands hath her house head heart heaven HIPPOLYTUS honey HYMN TO PROSERPINE ITYLUS king's daughter kiss Lady of Pain land laugh leaves light live Lord LOVE AND SLEEP love's lover man's mill-water mother mouth night pale PHEDRA pleasure queen raiment rain Rings of red rose round Sappho shame shed sighs sing sleep snows soft song sorrow soul sound strong sundew sweet sweeter tears tell me hither tender thee thereof thine things thou art Thou shalt throat thy lips twain WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR weep wilt thou wind wine word
Pasajes populares
Página 112 - If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf. If I were what the words are, And love were like the tune, With double sound and single Delight our lips would mingle, With kisses glad as birds are That get sweet rain at noon ; If I were what the words are And love were like the tune.
Página 176 - From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Página 147 - In many a tender wheaten plot, Flowers that were dead Live, and old suns revive; but not That holier head. By this white wandering waste of sea, Far north, I hear One face shall never turn to me As once this year; Shall never smile and turn and rest On mine as there, Nor one most sacred hand be prest Upon my hair. I came as one whose thoughts half linger Half run before; The youngest to the oldest singer That England bore.
Página 113 - With double sound and single Delight our lips would mingle, With kisses glad as birds are That get sweet rain at noon; If I were what the words are, And love were like the tune. If you were life, my darling, And I your love were death...
Página 60 - All spring through till the spring be done, Clothed with the light of the night on the dew, Sing, while the hours and the wild birds follow, Take flight and follow and find the sun.
Página 38 - In the change of years, in the coil of things, In the clamour and rumour of life to be, We, drinking love at the furthest springs, Covered with love as a covering tree, We had grown as gods, as the gods above, Filled from the heart to the lips with love, Held fast in his hands, clothed warm with his wings, O love, my love, had you loved but me...
Página 75 - And its vapour and storm of its steam as the sighing of spirits to be; And its noise as the noise in a dream; and its depth as the roots of the sea: And the height of its heads as the height of the utmost stars of the air: And the ends of the earth at the might thereof tremble, and time is made bare.
Página 49 - There lived a singer in France of old By the tideless dolorous midland sea. In a land of sand and ruin and gold There shone one woman, and none but she. And finding life for her love's sake fail, Being fain to see her, he bade set sail, Touched land, and saw her as life grew cold, And praised Cod, seeing; and so died he. Died, praising God for his gift and grace: For she bowed down to him weeping, and said "Live"; and her tears were shed on his face Or ever the life in his face was shed.
Página 72 - ... But a goodlier gift is thine than foam of the grapes or love. Yea, is not even Apollo, with hair and harpstring of gold, A bitter God to follow, a beautiful God to behold?
Página 47 - I will go back to the great sweet mother, Mother and lover of men, the sea. I will go down to her, I and none other, Close with her, kiss her and mix her with me ; Cling to her, strive with her, hold her fast; O fair white mother, in days long past Born without sister, born without brother, Set free my soul as thy soul is free. 0 fair green-girdled mother of mine, Sea, that art clothed with the sun and the rain, Thy sweet hard kisses are strong like wine, Thy large embraces are keen like pain. Save...