PoemsChatto & Windus, 1880 - 154 pages |
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aching beauty blind boundleſs Boy's Dream breaſt breathe breeze brow CATULLUS Chrift cloſed clouds cold crimſon darkneſs defire deſpair ENEAS AND DIDO eyes face fame fcorn fhall fighing filent filver fkies flaſh fleep foft fome foon foul foul's freſh ftand ftars ftill ftir ftorm gaze grey hair heart knew LAKE COMO laſt leaſt light lips loft lone looſe Mallock morning moſt muſt mute myſtery Natura Verticordia night o'er pain pale paſt Pergamus prayer PROTEUS PYGMALION reft Rife riſe roſe ſay ſcorn ſea ſeaſon ſeek ſeems ſeen ſhade ſhall ſhape ſhe ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſmile ſoft ſome ſparkle ſpirit ſpray ſtars ſtart ſtill ſtorm ſtrange ſtreams ſweep ſweet thee theſe things thine thoſe thou twain UNFINISHED DRAMA voice waſh waver waves whiſper Whofe whoſe wild wind words year's love
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Page 145 - If any man shall add unto these things, GOD shall add unto him the plagues that are written in this book : and if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, GOD shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the holy city, and from the things that are written in this book.
Page 55 - WOULD God I were now by the sea, By the winding wet-worn caves. By the ragged rents of the rocks, And that there as a bird I might be White-winged with the sea-skimming flocks ; Where the spray and the breeze blow free O'er the ceaseless mirth of the waves, And dishevel their loose grey locks.
Page 123 - LINES ON THE DEATH OF A PET DOG BELONGING TO LADY DOROTHY NEVILL. ' Animula, vagula, blandula.' LINES ON THE T>E4TH OF A TET 'DOG. i. \\ 7HERE are you now, little wandering * " Life, that fo faithfully dwelt with us, Played with us, fed with us, felt with us, Years we grew fonder and fonder in ? II. You, who but yefterday fprang to us, Are we for ever bereft of you ? And is this all that is left of you — One little grave and a pang to us ? June 1878.
Page 55 - ... I might be White-winged with the sea-skimming flocks; Where the spray and the breeze blow free O'er the ceaseless mirth of the waves, And dishevel their loose gray locks. I would spread my wings to the moist, salt air, And my wide white wings should carry me Lifted up out over the sea, — Carry I heed not where, Somewhither far away, Somewhither far from my hateful home, Where the breast of the breeze is sprinkled with spray, Where the restless deep is maddened with glee ; Over the waves' wild...
Page 140 - O why, why did you love me all these years ? Why not grow cruel to me, as I to you ? Had both been false, neither had had to rue . One thing, nor shed* as I do, hard vain tears." — WH MALLOCK. I WONDER, after all, is there a higher courage than that we term dogged — the courage of despair ? The word would seem to indicate a reproach ; as we call a man a dog of a Mussulman, or Christian, as the...