Plays and LyricsHodder and Stoughton, 1906 - 317 pàgines This volume contains "Yolanda of Cyprus," a hitherto unpublished play; many new lyrics; some others that appeared in "Song-Surf," a volume whose publishers failed before it reached the public; and "David," which came out in America in 1904. The author's desire has been to include only his best work. |
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Frases i termes més freqüents
A-ha Abiathar Abishai Adah Adriel Ahinoam Alessa Amalfi beauty Berengere bob-white breast breath Camarin of Paphos castle Chionodes Civa cryptomeria curtains Cyprus dark David dead deep Doeg dream Drink to Death dusk Dust earth enters eternity eyes fall father fear gate Gibeah goes Hassan hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hilarion hither hope Ishui Israel Jehovah Jonathan Keryneia king kiss lady Yolanda laugh lift lips listen look lord Amaury lord Renier Lusignan Mauria Merab Michal Miriam moan moon Moro mother never night o'er once pale Paphian pause peace Philistines Pietro pity sacring-bell Samuel Saracens Saul Serlio shame sigh silence sinks Sisera slave sleep Smarda song soul speak Spring stars swallow-wings sweet tears tell thee Thou art thro to-day To-morrow Tremitus unto Venetian Venice Vittia voice wait wild wind woman wounded
Passatges populars
Pàgina 137 - I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
Pàgina 135 - Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To flutter — and the Bird is on the Wing.
Pàgina 136 - Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and — sans End! Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare, And those that after some TO-MORROW stare, A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries, "Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There.
Pàgina 137 - Into this Universe, and Why not knowing Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing; And out of it, as Wind along the Waste, I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing. XXX What, without asking, hither hurried Whence? And, without asking, Whither hurried hence! Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine Must drown the memory of that insolence!
Pàgina 142 - Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits— and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
Pàgina 140 - And this I know: whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath-consume me quite, One Flash of It within the Tavern caught Better than in the Temple lost outright.
Pàgina 138 - Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument About it and about: but evermore Came out by the same door where in I went.
Pàgina 138 - Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate, And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road ; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate...
Pàgina 137 - Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY of past Regret and future Fears : To-morrow ! — Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.
Pàgina 139 - And fear not lest Existence closing your Account, and mine, should know the like no more ; The Eternal Saki from that Bowl has pour'd Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour.