The Prophecy of Merlin and Other PoemsDawson Brothers, 1870 - 237 עמודים |
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
The Prophecy of Merlin and Other Poems (Classic Reprint) <span dir=ltr>John Reade</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2015 |
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
amid Andromache Arthur Astyanax Atrides Balaam beauty begotten the drops Bellerophon beneath Blameless Prince blood bosom brave breast breath bright Camelot Canada chime out merrily crown dark dead dear death be won dost thou dream earth its race Eëtion Eurydice eyes face fair father flowers foes friends gentle glory goal of death Grecian grew hand happy hast heard heart heaven Hector honour hushed Idomeneus Iliad Ilion Jephthah Jubal King King Arthur kissed Lake land Lemnos light lips lonely Lycian Menelaus Merlin mother neath never night noble o'er Orpheus Priam pride Queen race has run RIZPAH sighs sing Sir Bedivere sleep in Avalon smile song sorrow soul stars sweet sword tears tell thine Thou art gone thought touched Troy Trumpets Twas unto Unus abest Vashti voice watch weary weep whither words Zeus
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 217 - ANIMULA ! vagula, blandula, Hospes, comesque, corporis, Quae nunc abibis in- loca — Pallidula, rigida, nudula, Nee, ut soles, dabis jocos...
עמוד 143 - IN MY HEART IN my heart are many chambers through which I wander free ; Some are furnished, some are empty, some are sombre, some are light ; Some are open to all comers, and of some I keep the key, And I enter in the stillness of the night.
עמוד 98 - My labour seems so useless, all I try I weary of before 'tis well begun : I scorn to grovel, and I cannot fly. Hush ! hush ! repining heart ! there's One whose eye Esteems each honest thought, and act, and word, Noble as poet's songs or patriot's sword. Be true to Him, He will not pass thee by ; He may not ask thee 'mid His stars to shine, And yet He needeth thee. His work is thine ! — yohn Reade.
עמוד 144 - And though sounds of many voices gather round it, like a sea, It is silent, ever silent as the shore. In that chamber long ago my love's casket was concealed, And the jewel that it sheltered I knew only one could win ; And my soul foreboded sorrow, should that jewel be revealed, And I almost hoped that none might enter in. Yet day and night I lingered by that fatal chamber door, Till — she came at last, my darling one, of all the earth my own ; And she entered — and she vanished with my jewel,...
עמוד 34 - I ha! the torment is there, for my light is put out by a star, That has dazzled the eyes of the King and his court and his captains of war. • He was lonely, they say, and he looked, as he sat like a ghost at his wine, On the couch by his side, where, of yore his Beautiful used to recline. But the King is a slave to his pride, to his oath and the laws of the Medes, And he cannot call Vashti again, though his poor heart is wounded and bleeds.
עמוד 144 - And she entered — and she vanished with my jewel, which she wore ; And the door was closed — and I was left alone. She gave me back no jewel, but the spirit of her eyes Shone with tenderness a moment, as she closed that chamber door, And the memory of that moment is all I have to prize — But that, at least, is mine forevermore.
עמוד 33 - twas then that he loved me the best; Though I think I would rather have one sweet, passionate word from the heart Than a year of caresses that may with the wine that creates them depart. But ever before, in his wine, toward me he showed honor and grace ; He was King, I was Queen, and those nobles, he made them remember their place, But now all is changed ; I am vile, they are honored, they push me aside, A butt for Memucan and Shethar and Meres, gone mad in their pride!
עמוד 35 - Then she came, when his heart was grown weary with loving the dream of the past ! She is fair — I could curse her for that, if I thought that this passion would last ! But, e'en if it last, all the love is for me, and, through good and through ill, The King shall remember his Vashti, shall think of his Beautiful still. Oh ! the day is a weary burden, the night is a restless strife, — I am sick to the very heart of my soul, with this life — this death in life! Oh ! that the glorious, changeless...
עמוד 136 - DAY /CANADA, Canada, land of the maple, *^ Queen of the forest and river and lake, Open thy soul to the voice of thy people, Close not thy heart to the music they make. Bells, chime out merrily, Trumpets, call cheerily, Silence is vocal, and sleep is awake ! Canada, Canada, land of the beaver...