The Englishman in Greece: Being a Collection of Verse of Many English PoetsClarendon Press, 1910 - 327 pages |
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A. C. SWINBURNE Aphrodite Argolis Asopus Athens Autonoë beauty behold beneath blood are pure breath bright brow buds cave clouds crown dark dear death deep delight divine doth dream earth eternal eyes fair fear feet fire flame flowers glory Goddess Gods golden Greece green grey hair hand happy hath hear heart heaven Hellas hills Hymettus immortal isle king kiss land light lips live look LORD BYRON lyre Maenad maiden mortal mother Ida mountain Muses Naiads night Nymph o'er ORPHEUS pale Pan is dead Pheidippides Phoebus poet praise Proserpine river rocks round Samian wine Sappho Satyrs shadows shine shore silent Silenus sing sister sleep soft song and blood soul sound spring stars stood stream sweet tears thee here obscure Theseus thine things thou thro voice waves weep wild wind wine wings wither youth Zeus ΙΟ
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Page 257 - IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. T cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees : all times I have
Page 182 - ORPHEUS with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea,
Page 318 - his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd he knew not why, Ev'n at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings, In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings. With woful measures wan
Page 259 - And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. 70
Page 311 - Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. 11 Why are we
Page 315 - whisper'd— down in hell Suffer endless anguish, others in Elysian valleys dwell, Resting weary limbs at last on beds of asphodel. 170 Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar; Oh rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more. Lord Tennyson.
Page 127 - 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 17 - A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations ;•—all were his ! He counted them at break of day— And when the sun set where were they f
Page 142 - s cheek (but none knows how) ; With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin : All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes— She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love ! has she done this for thee? What shall, alas : become of me?
Page 316 - Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu ; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new ; More happy love ! more happy, happy love ! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,