Tristram of Lyonesse: And Other PoemsChatto & Windus, 1882 - 361 Seiten |
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aught bird bitter blood born breath bright brows burn child cloud crown darkness dawn dead death deep delight dreams earth eyes face fain fair fear fiery fire flame flower Ganhardine GEORGE CHAPMAN glad glory God's grace grief Guenevere hand hate hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour Iseult Joyous Gard keen kindled king King Lot King Mark kiss knows laugh lifesprings light lightened lips live Lord loud love and sleep love's man's Maytime men's mirth moon moondawn Morgause mouth night Nimue nought Palamede praise queen rapture rose round sake sea's sense shadow shame shine shone sight sing skies sleep sleep at last smiles soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit spring star strife strong sunbright surely sweet swift thee thine things thou thought Tintagel Tristram TRISTRAM OF LYONESSE twain waves whence wherein wind wings word wrath yearning
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Seite 290 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
Seite 281 - If all the pens that ever poets held Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts. And every sweetness that inspired their hearts. Their minds, and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period, And all...
Seite 267 - Hearing ere its chime be done Knows not well the sweetest one Heard of man beneath the sun, Hoped in heaven hereafter ; Soft and strong and loud and light, Very sound of very light Heard from morning's rosiest height, When the soul of all delight Fills a child's clear laughter. Golden bells of welcome rolled Never forth such notes, nor told Hours so blithe in tones so bold, As the radiant mouth of gold Here that rings forth heaven. If the golden-crested wren Were a nightingale — why, then, Something...
Seite 243 - Strange love they have given you, love disloyal, Who mock with praise your name, To leave a head so rare and royal Too low for praise or blame. You could not love nor hate, they tell us, You had nor sense nor sting : In God's name, then, what plague befell us To fight for such a thing ? ' Some faults the gods will give...
Seite 217 - Whose kind blithe soul such seas of sorrow swam, And for my love's sake, powerless as I am For love to praise thee, or like thee to make Music of mirth where hearts less pure would break, Less pure than thine, our life-unspotted Lamb. Things hatefullest thou hadst not heart to damn, Nor wouldst have set thine heel on this dead snake. Let worms consume its memory with its tongue, The fang that stabbed fair Truth, the lip that stung Men's memories uncorroded with its breath.
Seite 276 - Still may the soul be, and each to her strength as a toy: Free in the glance of the man as the smile of the boy. Freedom alone is the salt and the spirit that gives Life, and without her is nothing that verily lives : Death cannot slay her : she laughs upon death and forgives.
Seite 7 - Some large as suns, some moon-like warm and pale, Some starry-sighted, some through clouds that sail Seen as red flame through spectral float of fume, Each with the blush of its own special bloom On the fair face of its own coloured light, Distinguishable in all the host of night, Divisible from all the radiant rest And separable in splendour ? Hath the best Light of love's all, of all that burn and move, A better heaven than heaven is? Hath not love Made for all these their sweet particular air...
Seite 174 - Athens born in spirit and truth are all born free men : Most of all, we, nurtured where the north wind holds his reign; Children all we sea-folk of the Salaminian seamen, Sons of them that beat back Persia, they that beat back Spain. Since the songs of Greece fell silent, none like ours have risen...
Seite 266 - Sweeter far then all things heard, Hand of harper, tone of bird, Sound of woods at sundawn stirred, Welling water's winsome word, Wind in warm, wan weather. One thing yet there is, that none, Hearing ere its chime be done, Knows not well the sweetest one Heard of man beneath the sun, Hoped in...