Laus Veneris: And Other Poems and BalladsCarleton, 1867 - 328 sivua |
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Laus Veneris: And Other Poems and Ballads Algernon Charles Swinburne Esikatselu ei käytettävissä - 2016 |
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Ah God AHINOAM ANTIPHONE Aphrodite bitter blind blood blossom body bosom breast breath brows burn clove color curled dead dear mither death delight dream earth eyelids face fair fair lord Faustine fear feet fire flame flesh flowers foam frankincense fruit glad God's gods gold grass green grief hair hands hast hath head heart heaven HIPPOLYTUS Horsel ITYLUS king kiss Lady of Pain laugh leaves light live Lord love's lovers maiden man's mill-water mother mouth night pale Pasiphae pleasure psalteries queen raiment rain rose round sake Sappho Semiramis shame sharp shawms shed sighs sight sing slain sleep soft song sorrow soul sound sting strong sweet tears tell me hither tender thee thereof things thou art Thou shalt throat thy lips twain WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR weep wilt thou wind wine wings word wot I hae
Suositut otteet
Sivu 49 - I will go back to the great sweet mother, Mother and lover of men, the sea. I will go down to her, I and none other, Close with her, kiss her and mix her with me...
Sivu 190 - Though one were strong as seven, He too with death shall dwell, Nor wake with wings in heaven, Nor weep for pains in hell ; Though one were fair as roses, His beauty clouds and closes ; And well though love reposes, In the end it is not well.
Sivu 116 - If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf. If I were what the words are, And love were like the tune, With double sound and single Delight our lips would mingle, With kisses glad as birds are That get sweet rain at noon ; If I were what the words are And love were like the tune.
Sivu 190 - No growth of moor or coppice, No heather-flower or vine, But bloomless buds of poppies, Green grapes of Proserpine, Pale beds of blowing rushes, Where no leaf blooms or blushes Save this whereout she crushes For dead men deadly wine.
Sivu 192 - From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Sivu 172 - COLD eyelids that hide like a jewel Hard eyes that grow soft for an hour ; The heavy white limbs, and the cruel Red mouth like a venomous flower ; When these are gone by with their glories, What shall rest of thee then, what remain, O mystic and sombre Dolores, Our Lady of Pain...
Sivu 117 - With double sound and single Delight our lips would mingle, With kisses glad as birds are That get sweet rain at noon; If I were what the words are, And love were like the tune. If you were life, my darling, And I your love were death...
Sivu 152 - Come back in sleep, for in the life Where thou art not We find none like thee. Time and strife And the world's lot Move thee no more ; but love at least And reverent heart May move thee, royal and released, Soul, as thou art. And thou, his Florence, to thy trust Receive and keep, Keep safe his dedicated dust, His sacred sleep. So shall thy lovers, come from far, Mix with thy name As morning-star with evening-star His faultless fame.
Sivu 62 - All spring through till the spring be done, Clothed with the light of the night on the dew, Sing, while the hours and the wild birds follow, Take flight and follow and find the sun.
Sivu 141 - This is the end of every man's desire. The burden of sweet speeches. Nay, kneel down, Cover thy head, and weep; for verily These market-men that buy thy white and brown In the last days shall take no thought for thee.