The Earthly Paradise: A Poem, Części 1-2Roberts Brothers, 1869 |
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... dead , Or long time take their memory quite away From us poor singers of an empty day . Dreamer of dreams , born out of my due time , Why should I strive to set the crooked straight ? Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme Beats with ...
... dead , Or long time take their memory quite away From us poor singers of an empty day . Dreamer of dreams , born out of my due time , Why should I strive to set the crooked straight ? Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme Beats with ...
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... Dead at the end of many miseries , And little Kirstin , as thou well mayst know , Would be content throughout the world to go If I but took her hand , and now still more Hath heart to leave this poor death - stricken shore . Therefore ...
... Dead at the end of many miseries , And little Kirstin , as thou well mayst know , Would be content throughout the world to go If I but took her hand , and now still more Hath heart to leave this poor death - stricken shore . Therefore ...
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... dead night smote against the quay Not all unheard , though there was little wind . But as I turned to leave the place behind , The wind's light sound , the slowly falling swell , Were hushed at once by that shrill - tinkling bell , That ...
... dead night smote against the quay Not all unheard , though there was little wind . But as I turned to leave the place behind , The wind's light sound , the slowly falling swell , Were hushed at once by that shrill - tinkling bell , That ...
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... Dead corpses , by some deft embalmer dried , And on this mountain after they had died Set up like players on a yule - tide feast ; Here stood a hunter , with a spotted beast Most like a leopard , writhing up his spear ; Nigh the old man ...
... Dead corpses , by some deft embalmer dried , And on this mountain after they had died Set up like players on a yule - tide feast ; Here stood a hunter , with a spotted beast Most like a leopard , writhing up his spear ; Nigh the old man ...
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... Dead , with a feathered javelin in her breast . But taking counsel now , we thought it best To gather up our goods and get away Unto the ships , and there to wait the day ; Nor did we loiter , fearful lest the foe , Who somewhat now our ...
... Dead , with a feathered javelin in her breast . But taking counsel now , we thought it best To gather up our goods and get away Unto the ships , and there to wait the day ; Nor did we loiter , fearful lest the foe , Who somewhat now our ...
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Acrisius Admetus adown Adrastus Alcestis ancient anigh arms art thou aught beast behold bliss bright brought cast clad cried Croesus Danaë dead death deemed dread dream drew E'en earth end of day eyes face fain fair fair lord father fear feet fell flowers gazed gifts glad gods gold golden grew grey hand happy head heard heart hope hopes and fears Jovinian King kiss knew land live look lord maid midst mighty misery morn neath nigh night nought o'er Ogier Ogier the Dane pain passed Pelias Perseus Phineus Polydectes Psyche Pygmalion Queen raiment round scarce Schoeneus seemed Seriphos shalt thou shame smile stood strange sweet tale tell thee therewithal Thessaly thine things thou art thou hast thought trees trembling turned twixt unto wandering weary wind words wretched
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Strona 1 - OF Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing, I cannot ease the burden of your fears, Or make quick-coming death a little thing, Or bring again the pleasure of past years, Nor for my words shall ye forget your tears, Or hope again for aught that I can say, The idle smger of an empty day.
Strona 2 - Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, Why should I strive to set the crooked straight ? Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme Beats with light wing against the ivory gate, Telling a tale not too importunate To those who in the sleepy region stay, Lulled by the singer of an empty day.
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Strona 112 - No glance lit up her clear grey eyes and deep, Though some divine thought softened all her face As once more rang the trumpet through the place. But her late foe stopped short amidst his course, One moment gazed upon her piteously, Then with a groan his lingering feet did force To leave the spot whence he her eyes could see ; And, changed like one who knows his time must be But short and bitter, without any word He knelt before the bearer of the sword ; Then high rose up the gleaming deadly blade,...
Strona 128 - For bearing these within a scrip with thee, When first she heads thee from the starting-place Cast down the first one for her eyes to see, And when she turns aside make on apace, And if again she heads thee in the race Spare not the other two to cast aside If she not long enough behind will bide.
Strona 454 - Above our heads rustle the aspens grey, Calm is the sky with harmless clouds beset, No thought of storm the morning vexes yet. See, we have left our hopes and fears behind To give our very hearts up unto thee ; What better place than this then could we find By this sweet stream that knows not of the sea, That guesses not the city's misery, This little stream whose hamlets scarce have names. This far-off, lonely mother of the Thames ? Here then, O June, thy kindness will we take ; And if indeed but...
Strona 126 - The dawn beheld him sunken in his place Upon the floor; and sleeping there he lay, Not heeding aught the little jets of spray The roughened sea brought nigh, across him cast, For as one dead all thought from him had passed. Yet long before the sun had showed his head, Long ere the varied hangings on the wall Had gained once more their blue and green and red, He rose as one some well-known sign doth call When war upon the city's gates doth fall, And scarce like one fresh risen out of sleep, He 'gan...
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