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... form , with or without wings , clothed in black drapery and having a starry veil ; and she is riding in a chariot drawn by black steeds , and accompanied by the stars . Again , II Young's Night Thoughts Longfellow PAGE II II.
... form , with or without wings , clothed in black drapery and having a starry veil ; and she is riding in a chariot drawn by black steeds , and accompanied by the stars . Again , II Young's Night Thoughts Longfellow PAGE II II.
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... wings , An angel touched its quivering strings ; And whispers , in its song , " Where hast thou stayed so long ? " 66 Diana , the moon - goddess , was also 34 FOUNDATION STUDIES IN LITERATURE . DIANA WITH THE STAG, •
... wings , An angel touched its quivering strings ; And whispers , in its song , " Where hast thou stayed so long ? " 66 Diana , the moon - goddess , was also 34 FOUNDATION STUDIES IN LITERATURE . DIANA WITH THE STAG, •
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... wings of air The gladden'd earth and heaven's wide circuit share : The joy - dispensing fragrance spreads around , And Ocean's briny swell with smiles is crowned . Pleased with the sight , nor deeming danger nigh , The fair beheld it ...
... wings of air The gladden'd earth and heaven's wide circuit share : The joy - dispensing fragrance spreads around , And Ocean's briny swell with smiles is crowned . Pleased with the sight , nor deeming danger nigh , The fair beheld it ...
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... wings ! And I - oh , miserable ! — Who did desire for mortals all these arts , Have no device left now to save myself From the woe I suffer . Chorus . Most unseemly woe Thou sufferest , and dost stagger from the sense Bewildered ! Like ...
... wings ! And I - oh , miserable ! — Who did desire for mortals all these arts , Have no device left now to save myself From the woe I suffer . Chorus . Most unseemly woe Thou sufferest , and dost stagger from the sense Bewildered ! Like ...
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... wings Did mingle with them , whether of those hags Let slip upon me once from Hades deep , Or of yet direr torments , if such be , I could but guess ; and then toward me came A shape as of a woman : very pale It was , and calm ; its ...
... wings Did mingle with them , whether of those hags Let slip upon me once from Hades deep , Or of yet direr torments , if such be , I could but guess ; and then toward me came A shape as of a woman : very pale It was , and calm ; its ...
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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.