The Hellenics & Gebir of Walter Savage Landor

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J.M. Dent, 1907 - 260 pages
 

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Page 35 - that she would Regard me mildly with her azure eyes. But, father ! to see you no more, and see Your love, O father ! go ere I am gone . ." Gently he moved her off, and drew her back, Bending his lofty head far over her's, And the dark depths of nature heaved and burst.
Page 168 - Then becomes worst; what loveliest, most deformed. Of ever-varying ocean : what is best The heart is hardest in the softest climes, The passions flourish, the affections die. O thou vast tablet of these awful truths, That fillest all the space between the seas, Spreading from Venice's deserted courts
Page 24 - Faithful and fond her bosom heav'd once more : Her head fell back : and now a loud deep sob Swell'd thro' the darken'd chamber ; 'twas not hers. XIII. MENELAUS AND HELEN AT TROY. An old attendant deprecates and intercepts his vengeance.
Page 7 - nor tremble so, nor doubt. Stay, stay an instant : let me first explore If any acorn of last year be left Within it ; thy thin robe too ill protects Thy dainty limbs against the harm one small Acorn may do. Here 's none. Another day Trust me : till then let me sit opposite.
Page 8 - shame ! Rhaicos. For shame I can not rise. O pity me 1 dare not sue for love . . but do not hate ! Let me once more behold thee . . not once more, But many days : let me love on . . unloved ! I aimed too high : on my own head the bolt Falls back, and pierces to the very brain.
Page 186 - Of mercy, when clouds shut it from mankind, They fall bare-bosom'd ; and indignant Jove Drops at the soothing sweetness of their voice The thunder from his hand. Let us arise On these high places, daily, beat our breast, Prostrate ourselves, and deprecate his wrath." The people bow'd their bodies and
Page 221 - his eye-lashes with libant lip And breath'd ambrosial odours ; o'er his cheek Celestial warmth suffusing : grief dispersed, And strength and pleasure beam'd upon his brow : Then pointed she before him : first arose To his astonisht and delighted view The sacred isle that shrines the queen of love. It stood so near him, so acute each sense,
Page 11 - Ever is sated of sweet things, the same Sweet things he fretted for in earlier days, Never, by Zeus ! loved he a Hamadryad. The nights had now grown longer, and perhaps The Hamadryads find them lone and dull Among their woods ; one did, alas ! She called Her faithful bee : 'twas when all bees should
Page 7 - hard To leave, O maiden, that paternal home, If there be one on earth whom we may love First, last, for ever ; one who says that she Will love for ever too. To say which word, Only to say it, surely is enough . . It shows such kindness . . if 'twere possible We at the moment think she would indeed.
Page 47 - We want not, O Iphigeneia, we Want not embrace, nor kiss that cools the heart With purity, nor words that more and more Teach what we know from those we know, and sink Often most deeply where they fall most light. Time was when for the faintest breath of thine Kingdom and life were little.

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