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The poetical works of George Meredith: with some notes
George Meredith,George Macaulay Trevelyan
Visualizzazione completa - 1912
The poetical works of George Meredith: with some notes by G. M. Trevelyan ...
George Meredith,George Macaulay Trevelyan
Visualizzazione frammento - 1928
Achaians Alsace-Lorraine Aphrodite arms Attila beams beauty behold beneath bird bird sings blood bloom blue bosom brain breast breath bright brows Chillianwallah cloud crown Danube dark dawn dead Death deeds of flesh Demeter divine dream Earth eyes fair fate feel fire flame flower France G. M. TREVELYAN Gods green grey hand head hear heard heart heaven heavenly lover human Iambe Iliad kiss Kraken Lady laugh leap light lips live look lord Love's lover Lycophron lyre mind Momus morn Mother Napoleon Nature Nature's never night nought numbers o'er passion Periander Persephone poem poet rapture Red of heat rose that's ready round shine sight smile song soul spirit springs star sweet swift thee thing thou thought thro thunder twas unto voice wave White of heat wild wind wings woman woodland woods young youth Zeus
Pagina 179 - And now upon his western wing he leaned, Now his huge bulk o'er Afric's sands careened, Now the black planet shadowed Arctic snows. Soaring through wider zones that pricked his scars With memory of the old revolt from Awe...
Pagina 138 - At dinner, she is hostess, I am host. Went the feast ever cheerfuller? She keeps The Topic over intellectual deeps In buoyancy afloat. They see no ghost. With sparkling surface-eyes we ply the ball: It is in truth a most contagious game: HIDING THE SKELETON, shall be its name. Such play as this, the devils might appal!
Pagina 150 - Tis morning: but no morning can restore What we have forfeited. I see no sin: The wrong is mixed. In tragic life, God wot, No villain need be! Passions spin the plot: We are betrayed by what is false within.
Pagina 495 - We look for her that sunlike stood Upon the forehead of our day, An orb of nations, radiating food For body and for mind alway. Where is the Shape of glad array; The nervous hands, the front of steel, The clarion tongue? Where is the bold proud face? We see a vacant place; We hear an iron heel.
Pagina 153 - Thus piteously Love closed what he begat : The union of this ever-diverse pair ! These two were rapid falcons in a snare, Condemned to do the flitting of the bat. Lovers beneath the singing sky of May, They wandered once ; clear as the dew on flowers : But they fed not on the advancing hours : Their hearts held cravings for the buried day.
Pagina 152 - Love, that had robbed us so, thus blessed our dearth! The pilgrims of the year waxed very loud In multitudinous chatterings, as the flood Full brown came from the West, and like pale blood Expanded to the upper crimson cloud. Love, that had robbed us of immortal things, This little moment mercifully gave, Where I have seen across the twilight wave The swan sail with her young beneath her wings.
Pagina 153 - He found her by the ocean's moaning verge, Nor any wicked change in her discerned; And she believed his old love had returned, Which was her exultation, and her scourge. She took his hand, and walked with him, and seemed The wife he sought, though shadow-like and dry. She had one terror, lest her heart should sigh, And tell her loudly she no longer dreamed. She dared not say, "This is my breast: look in.
Pagina 133 - She had no blush, but slanted down her eye. Shamed nature, then, confesses love can die: And most she punishes the tender fool Who will believe what honours her the most! Dead ! is it dead ? She has a pulse, and flow Of tears, the price of blood-drops, as I know, For whom the midnight sobs around Love's ghost, Since then I heard her, and so will sob on. The love is here; it has but changed its aim. O bitter barren woman ! what 's the name ? The name, the name, the new name thou hast won?
Pagina 135 - Used! used! Hear now the discord-loving clown Puff his gross spirit in them, worse than death! I do not know myself without thee more: In this unholy battle I grow base: If the same soul be under the same face, Speak, and a taste of that old time restore!