The Violet Crown, And, Songs of EnglandD. Scott, 1891 - 158 Seiten |
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Albanians Angel and blessed battle beneath blue breast breath broke brow Charos CRETE CYCLADES Cynthus dark dead death deep Dimos dream earth eyes face fair fell fight fire flag of England flashed fleet galleons gold grace Greece grew hand haunt heart hills hollow Hymettus island isles Jannina keep kilt kiss Klephts land Liápids lips living marble mirth mist moon morning mother mountain never night noon o'er ocean Odin Odysseus Oeta oleanders passed passion PENTELIKON pharas Pindus purple Richard Grenville ring rocks rose round sailed sapphire shadows shadows fall ships shore side sigh silence sing skies sleep smile snatched soul spirit spring star Suli Suli's Suliote summer summer isles Tanagra tears thee things thou throbbing thyme tide trees village VIOLET CROWN voice wandering watched waves weary wild wind wings Zalongos
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 6 - You wonder storms can ever be; A shore with deep indented bays, And o'er the gleaming waterways A glimpse of islands in the haze; A face bronzed dark to red and gold, With mountain eyes that seem to hold The freshness of the world of old ; A shepherd's crook, a coat of fleece, A grazing flock; — the sense of peace, The long sweet silence, — this is Greece!
Seite 90 - To live long years in alien lands, with men who love thee not, 1 do but love thee better who know each wind that blows, The wind that slays the blossom, the wind that buds the rose, The wind that shakes the taper mast and keeps the topsail furled, The wind that braces nerve and arm to battle with the world : I love thy moss-deep grasses, thy great untortured trees, The cliffs that wall thy havens, the weed-scents of thy seas, The dreamy river reaches, the quiet English homes, The milky path of sorrel...
Seite 89 - SPRING THOUGHTS MY England, island England, such leagues and leagues away, It's years since I was with thee, when April wanes to May. Years since I saw the primrose, and watched the brown hillside Put on white crowns of blossom and blush like April's bride ; Years since I heard thy skylark, and caught the throbbing note Which all the soul of springtide sends through the blackbird's throat.
Seite 33 - Ne dolcezza di figlio, ne la pieta Del vecchio padre, ne il debito amore, Lo qual dovea Penelope far lieta, Vincer poter dentro da me l' ardore Ch' i' ebbi a divenir del mondo esperto, E degli vizii umani e del valore ; Ma misi me per I' alto mare aperto Sol con un legno e con quella compagna Picciola, dalla qual non fui deserto. L...
Seite 152 - Manchester, and compare it with what it was at the close of the last and the commencement of the present century, we shall find that at that period the useful and industrial arts were comparatively of little importance.
Seite 8 - ... Transforms Hymettus from noon's silver grey To one rose jewel, when the islands be Like broken sapphires on a milky sea, And still thy mute voice echoes near, but most A moment later when the light is lost, And Athens sobers in the afterglow Of such a spiritual twilight as I know No other spot of sea and earth can show ; Thou art grown one with these things, and thy fame Links a new memory to each sacred name.
Seite 20 - To hide the setting sun, And still the mountains bar the way, And every way but one : The sulphur springs still fume and flow Along the rough hillside, And far-off Othrys veiled in snow Sees where the Spartan died. There is a spirit haunts the place Where mighty deeds were dared, Though time and change have left no trace, And not a grave be spared : And climbing up the grassy hill Where Sparta's lion stood ; The heart still answers to the thrill, That marks the hero mood. And as I read the page again,...
Seite 86 - And men will hymn your haunted skies, And seek your holy streams, Until the soul of music dies, And earth has done with dreams.
Seite 91 - The milky path of sorel down which the springtide comes. Oh land so loved through length of years, so tended and caressed, The land that never stranger wronged nor foeman dared to waste, Remember those thou speedest forth round all the world, to be, Thy witness to the nations, thy warders on the sea! And keep for those who leave thee and find no better place, The olden smile of welcome, the unchanged mother-face!
Seite 85 - ... love-land of the heart. It is because the poet's dream Still haunts each happy vale, That peopled every grove and stream To fit his fairy tale. There may be greener vales and hills Less bare to shelter man ; But still they want the naiad rills, And miss the pipe of Pan. There may be other isles as fair And summer seas as blue, But then Odysseus touched not there, Nor Argo beached her crew.