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... rest , Lingering like an unloved guest , I sighed for thee . Thy brother , Death , came , and cried , " Wouldst thou me ? " Thy sweet child Sleep , the filmy - eyed , Murmured like a noontide bee , " Shall I nestle near thy side ...
... rest , Lingering like an unloved guest , I sighed for thee . Thy brother , Death , came , and cried , " Wouldst thou me ? " Thy sweet child Sleep , the filmy - eyed , Murmured like a noontide bee , " Shall I nestle near thy side ...
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... rest , Lingering like an unloved guest , I sighed for thee . Thy brother , Death , came , and cried , “ Wouldst thou me ? " Thy sweet child Sleep , the filmy - eyed , Murmured like a noontide bee , “ Shall I nestle near thy side ...
... rest , Lingering like an unloved guest , I sighed for thee . Thy brother , Death , came , and cried , “ Wouldst thou me ? " Thy sweet child Sleep , the filmy - eyed , Murmured like a noontide bee , “ Shall I nestle near thy side ...
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... rest , By magic formed , in beauty rose confest , So Jove to insure the virgin's thoughtless mind , And please the Ruler of the Shades designed . He caus'd it from the opening earth to rise , Sweet to the scent , alluring to the eyes ...
... rest , By magic formed , in beauty rose confest , So Jove to insure the virgin's thoughtless mind , And please the Ruler of the Shades designed . He caus'd it from the opening earth to rise , Sweet to the scent , alluring to the eyes ...
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... rest . A stream went voiceless by , still deadened more By reason of his fallen divinity , Spreading a shade : the Naiad ' mid her reeds Pressed her cold finger closer to her lips . Along the margin sand large footmarks went No further ...
... rest . A stream went voiceless by , still deadened more By reason of his fallen divinity , Spreading a shade : the Naiad ' mid her reeds Pressed her cold finger closer to her lips . Along the margin sand large footmarks went No further ...
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... rest . ” In the following poem he gives the popular legend : ENCELADUS . LONGFELLOW . Under Mount Etna he lies , It is slumber , it is not death ; For he struggles at times to arise , And above him the lurid skies Are hot with his fiery ...
... rest . ” In the following poem he gives the popular legend : ENCELADUS . LONGFELLOW . Under Mount Etna he lies , It is slumber , it is not death ; For he struggles at times to arise , And above him the lurid skies Are hot with his fiery ...
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Page 34 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
Page 7 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Page 132 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse ; Such* as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning ; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Page 39 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer : And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
Page 169 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices.
Page 169 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge, like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Page 283 - Ah ! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go ? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes ? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight.
Page 249 - And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould, And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Page 280 - And caught him by the hilt, and brandish' d him Three times, and drew him under in the mere. And lightly went the other to the King. Then spoke King Arthur, drawing thicker breath : " Now see I by thine eyes that this is done. Speak out : what is it thou hast heard, or seen...
Page 243 - No more shall nation against nation rise, Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes,' Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er ; The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more ; But useless lances into scythes shall bend, And the broad falchion in a ploughshare end.