Victorian Poetry1962 |
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Strana 359
... dead . From the god - Greek of her lips ? ' Neath her olive dost thou sit , Mars the mighty , cursing it ? 90 Pan , Pan is dead . VIII Have ye left the mountain places , Oreads wild for other tryst ? 50 Shall we see no sudden faces ...
... dead . From the god - Greek of her lips ? ' Neath her olive dost thou sit , Mars the mighty , cursing it ? 90 Pan , Pan is dead . VIII Have ye left the mountain places , Oreads wild for other tryst ? 50 Shall we see no sudden faces ...
Strana 360
... dead . XXV And the rowers from the benches Fell , -each shuddering on his face , - While departing Influences Struck a cold back through the place ; And the shadow of the ship Reeled along the passive deep- XXVI 170 ' Pan , Pan is dead ...
... dead . XXV And the rowers from the benches Fell , -each shuddering on his face , - While departing Influences Struck a cold back through the place ; And the shadow of the ship Reeled along the passive deep- XXVI 170 ' Pan , Pan is dead ...
Strana 361
... dead . XXXVII Truth is large . Our aspiration Scarce embraces half we be : Shame , to stand in His creation , And doubt truth's sufficiency ! — To think God's song unexcelling The poor tales of our own telling- When Pan is dead . XXXII ...
... dead . XXXVII Truth is large . Our aspiration Scarce embraces half we be : Shame , to stand in His creation , And doubt truth's sufficiency ! — To think God's song unexcelling The poor tales of our own telling- When Pan is dead . XXXII ...
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art thou Arthur beauty blood breast breath brother Camelot child Dagonet dark death dream earth eyes face fair fair lord faith fear feet fire flowers glory God's gold golden Guido Guinevere hair Hallam hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Holy Grail hour Iseult King King Arthur kiss Lady of Pain Lady of Shalott Lancelot Lavaine leave light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord Love's lyric man's mind moon mother neath never night o'er once Oxus pain pale Paracelsus poem poet poetry praise Queen rose round Rustum Setebos sing Sir Lancelot sleep smile song sorrow soul speak spirit star stood sweet tears Tennyson thee thine things thou art thought thro truth turn Victorian voice wild wind wings word youth