The Poetical Works of Owen Meredith (Robert, Lord Lytton).H. Houghton, Osgood, 1880 - 406 σελίδες |
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Agamemnon art thou beauty Bigorre blue bosom breast breath brow cheek CHORUS CLYTEMNESTRA cold Cordelia dark dead dear death deep door dream Duke EGISTHUS ELECTRA emerald creek eyes face faint fair fall feel flowers forever gaze golden grief hair hand harp hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour King King Solomon kiss land lean leaves life's light lips live lone look Lord Alfred Love's Lucile Luvois Lycus Matilda moon murmured neath never night o'er Odin once pain pale passed passion perchance PHOCIAN Queen Queen Guenevere rapture rose round scorn seemed SEMI-CHORUS sighed sight silence sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star strange sweet Tannhäuser tears thee There's thine things thou art thought twixt vext voice wandering warm weep wild wind woman words yore young youth
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Σελίδα 141 - No life Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
Σελίδα 16 - The man who seeks one thing in life, and but one, May hope to achieve it before life be done ; But he who seeks all things, wherever he goes, Only reaps from the hopes which around him he sows A harvest of barren regrets.
Σελίδα 186 - And her sumptuous scornful mien, To my early love with her eyes downcast, And over her primrose face the shade, (In short, from the future back to the past,) There was but a step to be made. To my early love from my future bride One moment I looked.
Σελίδα 375 - Talk not of genius baffled. Genius is master of man. \ Genius does what it must, and talent does what it can.
Σελίδα 188 - There is a portrait here," he began; " There is. It is mine," I said. Said the friend of my bosom, " Yours, no doubt, The portrait was, till a month ago, When this suffering angel took that out, And placed mine there, I know." " This woman, she loved me well," said I. " A month ago," said my friend to me : " And in your throat," I groaned,
Σελίδα 186 - And I think, in the lives of most women and men, There's a moment when all would go smooth and even, If only the dead could find out when To come back, and be forgiven.
Σελίδα 188 - We found the portrait there, in its place: We opened it by the tapers' shine: The gems were all unchanged : the face Was — neither his nor mine. " One nail drives out another, at least! The face of the portrait there," I cried, " Is our friend's, the Raphael-faced young Priest, Who confessed her when she died.
Σελίδα 237 - And he saith unto them, Be not affrighted: Ye seek Jesus of Nazareth, which was crucified: he is risen; he is not here: behold the place where they laid him. 7 But go your way, tell his disciples and Peter that he goeth before you into Galilee: there shall ye see him, as he said unto you.
Σελίδα 186 - With the jasmin in her breast. She is not dead, and she is not wed ! But she loves me now, and she loved me then ! And the very first word that her sweet lips said My heart grew youthful again. The marchioness, there, of Carabas, She is wealthy and young and handsome still, And but for her — Well, we'll let that pass: She may marry whomever she will. But I will marry my own first love, With her primrose face, for old things are best ; And the flower in her bosom — I prize it above The brooch...
Σελίδα 186 - To my early love from my future bride One moment I looked. Then I stole to the door, I traversed the passage ; and down at her side I was sitting, a moment more. My thinking of her, or the music's strain, Or something which never will be exprest, Had brought her back from the grave again With the jasmin in her breast. She is not dead, and she is not wed ! But she loves me now...