Poems and BalladsJohn Camden Hotten, 1868 - 344 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ANTIPHONE bitter blood blossom body bosom breast breath brows burn colour dead dear mither death delight dream earth eyelids face fair fair lord Faustine feet fire flame flesh flowers foam fruit glad God's gods gold grass green hair hands hast hath head heart heaven HIPPOLYTUS HYMN TO PROSERPINE ITYLUS king kiss Lady of Pain laugh leaves light live Locrine Lord LOVE AND SLEEP love's lovers maiden man's MASQUE OF QUEEN mill-water mother mouth night pale pleasure queen raiment rain rose round sake Sappho shame sharp shawms shed sighs sight sing slain sleep soft song sorrow soul sound strong sweet tears tell me hither tender thee thereof things thou art Thou shalt throat thy lips twain WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR weep wilt thou wind wine wings word wot I hae
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Página 42 - 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...
Página 54 - ITYLUS SWALLOW, my sister, O sister swallow, How can thine heart be full of the spring? A thousand summers are over and dead. What hast thou found in the spring to follow? What hast thou found in thine heart to sing? What wilt thou do when the summer is shed?
Página 191 - We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; Today will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man's lure; And love, grown faint and fretful, With lips but half regretful Sighs, and with eyes forgetful Weeps that no loves endure.
Página 111 - 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 44 - 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 191 - 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 forever, That dead men rise up never, That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Página 55 - I know not how thou hast heart to sing. Hast thou the heart ? Is it all past over ? Thy lord the summer is good to follow, And fair the feet of thy lover the spring : But what wilt thou say to the spring thy lover...
Página 34 - We had stood as the sure stars stand, and moved As the moon moves, loving the world; and seen Grief collapse as a thing disproved, Death consume as a thing unclean. Twain halves of a perfect heart, made fast Soul to soul while the years fell past; Had you loved me once, as you have not loved; Had the chance been with us that has not been.
Página 43 - ... shall sleep and move with the moving ships, Change as the winds change, veer in the tide; My lips will feast on the foam of thy lips, I shall rise with thy rising, with thee subside; Sleep, and not know if she be, if she were, Filled full with life to the eyes and hair, As a rose is fulfilled to the rose-leaf tips With splendid summer and perfume and pride.
Página 71 - And all the wings of the Loves, and all the joy before death ; All the feet of the hours that sound as a single lyre, Dropped and deep in the flowers, with strings that flicker like fire. More than these wilt thou give, things fairer than all these things ? Nay, for a little we live, and life hath mutable wings. A little while and we die ; shall life not thrive as it may ? For no man under the sky lives twice, outliving his day.