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Achaian Aias Argive arms beauty beguiled bird blood blue breast breath brow budded grace burning cheek Chthonoe cloud Clytie cried crown DAILY TELEGRAPH dare dark dawn dead death Diomede Drave earth Epeios eyes faint fair fate fear fire flame flower gaze Gobertz Goddess Gods GORGO gray hair hand hath head heard heart Heaven Hector Helen Hewlett honour Horse Hypsipyle Idomeneus Ilios Kassandra King kiss knees knew lift light lips look lookt Lord lover maid mate Maurice Hewlett Menelaus Menestheus Myrtilla night o'er Odysseus Oreithyia Paris Pasiphassa passion peer Peleus Pergamos pray Priam Priam's Pyrrhos Queen Rhodope ruinous face shame sighed Simoeis sing slim soul spake Sparta spear stand stars stood sweet sword tears thee thine thou art thrill Troy voice wall watch Whenas whispered wife wind wings woman Zeus
Page 227 - A MASQUE OF DEAD FLORENTINES. WHEREIN SOME OF DEATH'S CHOICEST PIECES, AND THE GREAT GAME THAT HE PLAYED THEREWITH, ARE FRUITFULLY SET FORTH.
Page 193 - TO THE GODS OF THE COUNTRY SUN and Moon, shine upon me ; Make glad my days and clear my nights ! O Earth, whose child I am, Grant me thy patience ! O Heaven, whose heir I may be, Keep quick my hope ! Your steadfastness I need, O Hills ; O Rain, thy kindness ! Snow, keep me pure ; O Fire, teach me thy pride ! From you, ye Winds, I ask your blitheness ! 1909.
Page 221 - DEDICATION To the Fountain of my long dream, To the Chalice of all my sorrow, To the Lamp held up, and the Stream Of Light that beacons to-morrow ; To the Bow, the Quiver and Dart, To the Bridle-rein, to the Yoke Proudly upborne, to the Heart On fire, to the Mercy-stroke ; To Apollo herding his cattle, To Proserpina grave in Dis ; To the high Head in the battle, And the Crown — I consecrate this.
Page 146 - Zeus loved in a cloud, So lay she in her lover's shroud, And o'er her members crept the chill We know when mist creeps up a hill Out of the vale at eve. As grows The ivy, rooting as it goes, In such a quick close envelope She lay aswoon, nor guessed the scope Nor tether of his hot intent, Nor what...
Page 186 - Ten years' woe for Troy and Greece By her begun, the slim, the sweet, Ended by her in final peace Of him who loved her first of all ; Nor ever swerved from his high passion, But through misery and shame Saw her spirit like a flame Eloquent of her sacred fashion — Hers whose eyes are homes of light, To which she tends, from which she came.
Page 185 - By thy roses and snow, By thy sun-litten hair, By thy low bosom and slow Pondered kisses, O hear ! " By thy glimmering eyes, By thy burning cheek, By thy murmuring sighs, Speak, Helen, O speak ! " Ruinous Face, O Ruinous Face, Art thou come so early...
Page 121 - So, as he fared, I yearn To be, and serve my years of pain and loss 'Neath my walled Ilios, With my eyes ever fixt to where, a star, Thou and thy sisters are, Helen and Beatrice, with thee embraced, Hands in thy hands, and arms about thy waist.
Page 218 - SPRING ON THE DOWN When Spring blows o'er the land, and sunlight flies Across the hills, we take the upland way. I have her waist, the wooing wind her eyes And lips and cheeks. His kissing makes her As flowers. " Thou hast two lovers, O my dear," Say I ; and she, " He takes what thou dost fear.