Ionica: With Biographical Introd. and Notes by Arthur C. BensonGeorge Allen & Unwin, 1905 - 220 من الصفحات |
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ACADEMUS AMATURUS Anterôs ASTEROPE BALLAD banks beneath bloom BOCONNOC born BOULTER'S LOCK bowed brave breath bright brow cleomenes clouds cold dare DAUGHTER OF CLEOMENES dead dear death didst dreams Eton eyes fair fate feel flowers forget girl Go merry grace grave grey hand hast hath heart HERACLITUS honour hope hour INTRODUCTION Ionica L'OISEAU BLEU lady leave lift lips look lost magic shell maid maiden Matthew Prior MELLIREN MIMNERMUS mind mourn Muse never once passionate emotions pause play poems pray proud QUEEN'S VISIT rest RETROSPECT OF SCHOOL rhymes river round SCHEVENINGEN SCHEVENINGEN AVENUE sigh smile soft song soul stept STESICHORUS sweet sweet replies tears tender thee there's thine thou art thought Tiphys toil Torrington touch tree tune unto voice wandering wave weep whate'er William Cory young youth youthful crew
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الصفحة xxvii - HERACLITUS THEY told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead ; They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept as I remembered, how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky. And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest, A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest, Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake ; For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.
الصفحة xxv - YOU promise heavens free from strife, Pure truth, and perfect change of will ; But sweet, sweet is this human life, So sweet, I fain would breathe it still; Your chilly stars I can forgo, This warm kind world is all I know. You say there is no substance here, One great reality above: Back from that void I shrink in fear, And child-like hide myself in love : Show me what angels feel. Till then, I cling, a mere weak man, to men. You bid me lift my mean desires From faltering lips...
الصفحة xxvi - One great reality above : Back from that void I shrink in fear, And childlike hide myself in love : Show me what angels feel. Till then, I cling, a mere weak man, to men. You bid me lift my mean desires From faltering lips and fitful veins To sexless souls, ideal quires, Unwearied voices, wordless strains : My mind with fonder welcome owns One dear dead friend's remembered tones. Forsooth the present we must give To that which cannot pass away ; All beauteous things for which we live By laws of time...
الصفحة 9 - NAIAD, hid beneath the bank By the willowy river-side, Where Narcissus gently sank, Where unmarried Echo died, Unto thy serene repose Waft the Stricken Anteros. Where the tranquil swan is borne, Imaged in a watery glass, Where the sprays of fresh pink thorn Stoop to catch the boats that pass, Where the earliest orchis grows, Bury thou fair Anteros.
الصفحة 159 - I'll try, sir,' and Farmer bowed so low That George could see his pigtail tied in a velvet bow. George gave him his commission, and that it might be safer, Signed 'King of Britain, King of France,' and sealed it with a wafer. Then proud was Captain Farmer in a frigate of his own, And grander on his quarter-deck than George upon the throne. He'd two guns in his cabin, and on the spar-deck ten, And twenty on the gun-deck, and more than ten score men.
الصفحة 19 - Nor give her heart its rights; Some one whom I could court With no great change of manner, Still holding reason's fort, Though waving fancy's banner...
الصفحة 40 - And lo! the breaking groups, where falls The chequered shade of quivering limes. They come from field and wharf and street With dewy hair and veined throat, One floor to tread with reverent feet, — One hour of rest for ball and boat: Like swallows gathering for their flight, When autumn whispers, play no more, They check the laugh, with fancies bright Still hovering round the sacred door. Lo! childhood swelling into seed, Lo! manhood bursting from the bud: Two growths, unlike; yet all agreed To...
الصفحة 19 - AMATURUS Somewhere beneath the sun, These quivering heart-strings prove it, Somewhere there must be one Made for this soul, to move it; Some one that hides her sweetness From neighbours whom she slights, Nor can attain completeness, Nor give her heart its rights; Some one whom I could court With no great change of manner, Still holding reason's fort, Though waving fancy's banner; A lady, not so queenly As to disdain my hand, Yet born to smile serenely Like those that rule the land; Noble, but not...
الصفحة 21 - Keen lips, that shape soft sayings Like crystals of the snow, With pretty half-betrayings Of things one may not know; Fair hand, whose touches thrill, Like golden rod of wonder, Which Hermes wields at will Spirit and flesh to sunder; Light foot, to press the stirrup In fearlessness and glee, Or dance, till finches chirrup, And stars sink to the sea. Forth, Love, and find this maid, Wherever she be hidden: Speak, Love, be not afraid, But plead as thou art bidden; And say, that he who taught thee His...
الصفحة 12 - Oh, dear divine Comatas, I would that thou and I Beneath this broken sunlight this leisure day might lie ; Where trees from distant forests, whose names were strange to thee, Should bend their amorous branches within thy reach to be, And flowers thine Hellas knew not, which art hath made more fair, Should shed their shining petals upon thy fragrant hair. Then thou shouldst calmly listen with ever-changing looks To songs of younger minstrels and plots of modern books, And wonder at the daring of poets...