PoemsHarvard publishing Company, 1895 - 361 pages |
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ANDROMACHE arms art thou beauteous beauty behold beneath Beroë blessed blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright Cadmus canst Ceres charms Cocytus dance daring dark death deity Deucalion divine dost dread dream dwell e'en e'er earth Elysium Epidaurus fair fate fear flies flowers forever gaze gentle glad glory glow godlike gods golden grace grave hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell holy Ibycus immortal JUNO kiss life's light living look loving band lyre maiden mighty mortal Muse Nature's naught ne'er neath never night noble numbers o'er once Orcus Pluto rapture realms round Schiller seek SEMELE silent smile soft song soon sorrow soul spirit spring stream Styx sweet swell tears thee thine thou art thou hast thou'rt throne thunder truth twas veil wanderer wave wild William Tell wilt wings Wouldst thou yonder youth Zeus
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Page 114 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 224 - Again seeks, stranger-like, the Father-Home. And , lo , as some sweet vision breaks Out from its native morning skies , With rosy shame on downcast cheeks, The Virgin stands before his eyes. A nameless longing seizes him ! From all his wild companions flown ; Tears, strange till then , his eyes bedim; He wanders all alone.
Page 76 - In the Elysian grove The shades renewed the pleasures life held dear: The faithful spouse rejoined remembered love, And rushed along the meads the charioteer; There Linus poured the old accustomed strain; Admetus there Alcestis still could greet; won Orestes hath his faithful friend again, His arrows Poeas's son.
Page 201 - The Weavers of the Web — the Fates — but sway The matter and the things of clay; Safe from each change that Time to Matter gives, Nature's blest playmate, free at will to stray With Gods a god, amidst the fields of Day, The FORM, the ARCHETYPE,* serenely lives. Would 'st thou soar heavenward on its joyous wing?
Page 233 - But woe , when on its fiery way The metal seeks itself to pour. Frantic and blind , with thunder-knell , Exploding from its shattered home , And glaring forth , as from a hell , Behold the red Destruction come ! When rages strength that has no reason , There breaks the mould before the season ; When numbers burst what bound before, Woe to the State that thrives no more!
Page 166 - Now — now the cross has claimed its prey!" Despair his winged path pursues, The anxious terrors hound him on — There, reddening in the evening sun, From far, the domes of Syracuse! — When towards him comes Philostratus (His leal and trusty herdsman he), And to the master bends his knee. "Back — thou canst aid thy friend no more, The niggard time already flown — His life is forfeit — save thine own!
Page 225 - ... him ; From all his wild companions flown, Tears, strange till then, his eyes bedim, — He wanders all alone. Blushing he glides where'er she move ; Her greeting can transport him ; To every mead, to deck his Love, The happy wild flowers court him. Sweet Hope, and tender Longing ! ye The growth of Life's first Age of Gold, When the heart, swelling, seems to see The Gates of Heaven unfold ! O Love ! the beautiful and brief!
Page 226 - Employed she employs ; Gives order to store, And the much makes the more; Locks the chest and the wardrobe, with lavender smelling; And the hum of the spindle goes quick through the dwelling...
Page 228 - And the air like the stream from the furnace glows. Beams are crackling — posts are shrinking Walls are sinking — windows clinking — Children crying — Mothers flying — And the beast (the black ruin yet smouldering under) Yells the howl of its pain and its ghastly wonder ! Hurry and skurry — away — away, The face of the night is as clear as day ! As the links in a chain, Again and again Flies the bucket from hand to hand ; High in arches up-rushing The engines are gushing, And the flood,...
Page 227 - What friend is like the might of fire When man can watch and wield the ire? Whate'er we shape or work, we owe Still to that heaven-descended glow. But dread the heaven-descended glow, When from their chain its wild wings go, When, where it listeth, wide and wild Sweeps the Free Nature's free-born Child!