The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Volume 2Richard Garnett, Leon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, Limited, 1899 - Anthologies |
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... thee , no not one : I cannot say , ' O wherefore sleepest thou ? ' For heaven is parted from thee , and the earth Knows thee not , thus afflicted , for a God ; And ocean too , with all its solemn noise , Has from thy scepter passed ...
... thee , no not one : I cannot say , ' O wherefore sleepest thou ? ' For heaven is parted from thee , and the earth Knows thee not , thus afflicted , for a God ; And ocean too , with all its solemn noise , Has from thy scepter passed ...
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... thee , lest I should cease to live ; Nor dare I quite this treasure to withhold , Lest to the Gods I seem grown overbold : For many a cunning man I have , to tell Divine foreshowings of the oracle , And thus they warn me . Therefore ...
... thee , lest I should cease to live ; Nor dare I quite this treasure to withhold , Lest to the Gods I seem grown overbold : For many a cunning man I have , to tell Divine foreshowings of the oracle , And thus they warn me . Therefore ...
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... thee and me . Day grows apace ; What day thou knowest ! Canst thou see my face ? Last night thou didst behold it with such eyes , That I , Medea , wise among the wise , The safeguard of my father and his land , Who have been used with ...
... thee and me . Day grows apace ; What day thou knowest ! Canst thou see my face ? Last night thou didst behold it with such eyes , That I , Medea , wise among the wise , The safeguard of my father and his land , Who have been used with ...
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... thee , And each of others ' weapons slain shall be . " Now will my father hide his rage at heart , And praise thee much that thou hast played thy part , And bid thee to a banquet on this night , And pray thee wait until to - morrow's ...
... thee , And each of others ' weapons slain shall be . " Now will my father hide his rage at heart , And praise thee much that thou hast played thy part , And bid thee to a banquet on this night , And pray thee wait until to - morrow's ...
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... thee here , Who in one minute art become so dear , Thy limbs so longed for , that at last I know Why men have been content to suffer woe Past telling , if the Gods but granted this , A little while such lips as thine to kiss , A little ...
... thee here , Who in one minute art become so dear , Thy limbs so longed for , that at last I know Why men have been content to suffer woe Past telling , if the Gods but granted this , A little while such lips as thine to kiss , A little ...
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Page 197 - Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead. force should be right ; or, rather, right and wrong, (Between whose endless jar justice resides,) Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Page 232 - Isle forgets the main, And only the low lutes of love complain, And only shadows of wan lovers pine; As such an one were glad to know the brine Salt on his lips, and the large air again. So gladly, from the songs of modern speech Men turn, and see the stars, and feel the free Shrill wind beyond the close of heavy flowers And through the music of the languid hours, They hear like ocean on a Western beach The surge and thunder of the Odyssey.
Page 353 - 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 175 - That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 352 - Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments...
Page 21 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Page 183 - THERE lies a vale in Ida, lovelier Than all the valleys of Ionian hills. The swimming vapor slopes athwart the glen, Puts forth an arm; and creeps from pine to pine, And loiters, slowly drawn. On either hand The lawns and meadow-ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers, and far below them roars The long brook falling thro' the clov'n ravine In cataract after cataract to the sea.
Page 197 - Sans check to good and bad: but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture!
Page 352 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Page 161 - Tunstall lies dead upon the field, His life-blood stains the spotless shield: Edmund is down; my life is reft; The Admiral alone is left, Let Stanley charge with spur of fire—- With Chester charge, and Lancashire, Full upon Scotland's central host, Or victory and England's lost. Must I bid twice? hence, varlets! fly! Leave Marmion here alone — to die.