Laus Veneris: And Other Poems and Ballads |
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Common terms and phrases
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 PHEDRA pleasure 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
Popular passages
Page 191 - Pale, beyond porch and portal, Crowned with calm leaves, she stands Who gathers all things mortal With cold immortal hands; Her languid lips are sweeter Than love's who fears to greet her To men that mix and meet her From many times and lands.
Page 49 - Set free my soul as thy soul is free. 0 fair green-girdled mother of mine, Sea, that art clothed with the sun and the rain, Thy sweet hard kisses are strong like wine, Thy large embraces are keen like pain. Save me and hide me with all thy waves, Find me one grave of thy thousand graves, Those pure cold populous graves of thine, Wrought without hand in a world without stain.
Page 151 - Live, and old suns revive ; but not That holier head. By this white wandering waste of sea, Far north I hear One face shall never turn to me As once this year: Shall never smile and turn and rest On mine as there, Nor one most sacred hand be prest Upon my hair. I came as one whose thoughts half linger, Half run before; The youngest to the oldest singer That England bore.
Page 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.
Page 63 - O sister, sister, thy first-begotten ! The hands that cling and the feet that follow, The voice of the child's blood crying yet Who hath remembered me ? who hath forgotten ? Thou hast forgotten, O summer swallow, But the world shall end when I forget.
Page 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...
Page 50 - ... dead, and cold as they. But death is the worst that comes of thee; Thou art fed with our dead, O mother, O sea, But when hast thou fed on our hearts? or when, Having given us love, hast thou taken away? O tender-hearted, O perfect lover, Thy lips are bitter, and sweet thine heart, The hopes that hurt and the dreams that hover, Shall they not vanish away and apart? But thou, thou art sure, thou art older than earth; Thou art strong for death and fruitful of birth; Thy depths conceal and thy gulfs...
Page 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...
Page 51 - There lived a singer in France of old By the tideless dolorous midland sea. In a land of sand and ruin and gold There shone one woman, and none but she. And finding life for her love's sake fail, Being fain to see her, he bade set sail, Touched land, and saw her as life grew cold, And praised God, seeing; and so died he. Died, praising God for his gift and grace : For she bowed down to him weeping, and said 'Live;' and her tears were shed on his face Or ever the life in his face was shed.
Page 229 - Yea, the gods waxed pale ; such a song was that song. All reluctant, all with a fresh repulsion, Fled from before her. All withdrew long since, and the land was barren, Full of fruitless women and music only.