Narrative and elegiac poemsMacmillan, 1869 |
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... hear Their tinkling bells , mix'd with the song of birds , Rise faintly to me - now it stops ! -Who's here ? Pausanias ! and on foot ? alone ? Pausanias . And thou , then ? I left thee supping with Peisianax , With thy head full of wine ...
... hear Their tinkling bells , mix'd with the song of birds , Rise faintly to me - now it stops ! -Who's here ? Pausanias ! and on foot ? alone ? Pausanias . And thou , then ? I left thee supping with Peisianax , With thy head full of wine ...
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... hear , Gorgias , their chief , speaks nobly of him , As of his gifted master and once friend . He is too scornful , too high - wrought , too bitter ! ' Tis not the times , ' tis not the sophists vex him ; There is some root of suffering ...
... hear , Gorgias , their chief , speaks nobly of him , As of his gifted master and once friend . He is too scornful , too high - wrought , too bitter ! ' Tis not the times , ' tis not the sophists vex him ; There is some root of suffering ...
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... hear'st Men scoff at Heaven and Fate , Because the Gods thou fear'st Fail to make blest thy state , Tremblest , and wilt not dare to trust the joys there are ! [ DRAM . & LYR . ] D I say : Fear not ! Life still Leaves human EMPEDOCLES ...
... hear'st Men scoff at Heaven and Fate , Because the Gods thou fear'st Fail to make blest thy state , Tremblest , and wilt not dare to trust the joys there are ! [ DRAM . & LYR . ] D I say : Fear not ! Life still Leaves human EMPEDOCLES ...
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... hear Empedocles , Who asks this final service at your hands ! Before the sophist - brood hath overlaid The last spark of man's consciousness with words- Ere quite the being of man , ere quite the world Be disarray'd of their divinity ...
... hear Empedocles , Who asks this final service at your hands ! Before the sophist - brood hath overlaid The last spark of man's consciousness with words- Ere quite the being of man , ere quite the world Be disarray'd of their divinity ...
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... hears nothing but the cry of the torrents , And the beating of his own heart . The air is thin , the veins swell- The temples tighten and throb there ! Air ! air ! Take thy bough ! set me free from my solitude ! I have been enough alone ...
... hears nothing but the cry of the torrents , And the beating of his own heart . The air is thin , the veins swell- The temples tighten and throb there ! Air ! air ! Take thy bough ! set me free from my solitude ! I have been enough alone ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Agrigentum Alpine anchorites Antigone behold bliss born breast breath bright Callicles calm Catana Children of men clear Creon cries dark dead death deep divine doth DRAM dream earth Empedocles eternal Etna eyes fair fame fate Fausta feel flow gaze gleam glens Glion gloom glow Gods grass grave grey hath hear heart Heaven hills hour human immortal KENSINGTON GARDENS LAOCOÖN life's light live lonely look'd lyre Marguerite Marsyas mind mists morning mountains murmur Muses mute night o'er Obermann once pain Parmenides pass pass'd past Pausanias Phrygian pines poet quiet repose round scorn Senancour shining silent smile solitude soul spell spirit spring stars stream strife sweet Theban Thebes thee thine things thou art thought thy tablets Vevey voice wandering waves weary wind ye stars youth Zeus
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Página 200 - WE cannot kindle when we will The fire which in the heart resides ; The spirit bloweth and is still, In mystery our soul abides. But tasks in hours of insight willed Can be through hours of gloom fulfilled.
Página 108 - 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 34 - I say : Fear not ! Life still Leaves human effort scope. But, since life teems with ill, Nurse no extravagant hope ; Because thou must not dream, thou need'st not then despair ! A long pause.
Página 228 - Children of men ! the unseen Power, whose eye For ever doth accompany mankind, Hath look'd on no religion scornfully That men did ever find. "Which has not taught weak wills how much they can? Which has not fall'n on the dry heart like rain ? Which has not cried to sunk, self-weary man : Thou must be born again...
Página 232 - For he pursued a lonely road, His eyes on Nature's plan ; Neither made man too much a God, Nor God too much a man.
Página 108 - 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 198 - 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 219 - Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born, With nowhere yet to rest my head, Like these, on earth I wait forlorn. Their faith, my tears, the world deride — I come to shed them at their side.
Página 115 - One lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, One lesson which in every wind is blown, One lesson of two duties kept at one Though the loud world proclaim their enmity — Of toil unsever'd from tranquillity! Of labour, that in lasting fruit outgrows Far noisier schemes, accomplished in repose, Too great for haste, too high for rivalry!
Página 220 - Here leave us to die out with these Last of the people who believe ! Silent, while years engrave the brow ; Silent — the best are silent now.