The Poetical Works of Owen Meredith (Robert, Lord Lytton) ...J. W. Lovell, 1880 - 480 σελίδες |
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Agamemnon Alfred Vargrave art thou beauty Bigorre bosom breast breath brow cheek CHORUS CLYTEMNESTRA cold Cordelia dark dead dear death deep door dream Duke earth EGISTHUS ELECTRA eyes face faint fair fear feel flowers forever gaze golden grief hair hand hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour King King Solomon kiss lady land leaves life's light lips live lone look Lord Alfred Lucile Luvois man's Matilda moon murmured neath never night o'er Odin once pain pale passed passion perchance PHOCIAN Queen Guenevere rapture rose round Saint Saviour scorn seemed SEMI-CHORUS sighed sight silence sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stood strange sweet Tannhäuser tears thee thine things thought truth turned Twas twixt vext voice wandering warm weep wild wind woman words yore young youth
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Σελίδα 18 - 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 162 - No stream from its source Flows seaward, how lonely soever its course, But what some land is gladdened. No star ever rose And set, without influence somewhere. Who knows What earth needs from earth's lowest creature? No life Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
Σελίδα 476 - Talk not of genius baffled. Genius is master of man. \ Genius does what it must, and talent does what it can.
Σελίδα 222 - 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 222 - I turned as I drew the curtains apart : I dared not look on the face of death : I knew where to find her heart. I thought at first, as my touch fell there, It had...
Σελίδα 222 - 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 218 - The moon on the tower slept soft as snow : And who was not thrilled in the strangest way, As we heard him sing, while the gas burned low...
Σελίδα 221 - ... Nobody with me, my watch to keep But the friend of my bosom, the man I love : And grief had sent him fast to sleep In the chamber up above. Nobody else, in the country place All round, that knew of my loss beside, But the good young Priest with the Raphael-face, [died.
Σελίδα 231 - I played chess together, Checkmated by each other's eyes ? Ah, still I see your soft white hand Hovering warm o'er Queen and Knight. Brave Pawns in valiant battle stand : The double Castles guard the wings : The Bishop, bent on distant things. Moves, sidling, through the fight. Our fingers touch ; our glances meet, And falter ; falls your golden hair Against my cheek ; your bosom sweet Is heaving. Down the field, your Queen Rides slow her soldiery all between, And checks me unaware. Ah me ! the little...
Σελίδα 221 - Nobody with me, my watch to keep, But the friend of my bosom, the man I love: And grief had sent him fast to sleep In the chamber up above. Nobody else, in the country place All round, that knew of my loss beside, But the good young Priest with the Raphael-face, Who confessed her when she died.