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A.R.A. Cloth ALEXANDER DYCE beautiful behold BELISARIUS birds breath caverns CHARLES KNIGHT CHORUS OF OREADES cloud crown death delight divine DRAMATIC dreams DUTCH REPUBLIC earth Edited EPIMETHEUS EUMENIDES evil eyes face fate feet forever gate GEORGE ROUTLEDGE gifts gilt edges gleams gold golden guests hadst hall hast thou hath hear heart HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HEPHÆSTUS HERMES HISTORY HOWARD STAUNTON Illustrations by SIR Immortal Gods JOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY JULES VERNE land lift loud MASQUE OF PANDORA mists mountains mysterious night o'er Olympus pain passing Portrait and Vignette post 8vo PRESCOTT Price 15s Price 21s PROMETHEUS reeds ROUTLEDGE'S Royal 8vo rushing scene secret serene shadows SHAKESPEARE SHAKSPERE shine shouldst silence SIR JOHN GILBERT sleep song soul sound Steel Engraved Portraits Steel Portrait stream sunshine sweet thee thine thou art thou hast thronging toil tower unto voice vols wakeful eyes walls wind winged youth Zeus
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Page 143 - ... lodge within a park; The chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound, And the hurt deer. He listeneth to the lark, Whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark Of painted glass in leaden lattice bound; He listeneth and he laugheth at the sound, Then writeth in a book like any clerk. He is the poet of the dawn, who wrote The Canterbury Tales, and his old age Made beautiful with song; and as I read I hear the crowing cock, I hear the note Of lark and...
Page 95 - It is too late ! Ah, nothing is too late Till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate. Cato learned Greek at eighty ; Sophocles Wrote his grand (Edipus, and Simonides Bore off the prize of verse from his compeers, When each had numbered more than fourscore years, And Theophrastus, at fourscore and ten, Had but begun his
Page 83 - ... were mine and are no longer mine,— Thou river, widening through the meadows green To the vast sea, so near and yet unseen, — Ye halls, in whose seclusion and repose Phantoms of fame, like exhalations, rose And vanished, — we who are about to die Salute you; earth and air and sea and sky, And the Imperial Sun that scatters down His sovereign splendors upon grove and town.
Page 77 - AFTER a day of cloud and wind and rain Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again, And, touching all the darksome woods with light, Smiles on the fields, until they laugh and sing, Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring Drops down into the night.
Page 64 - O fortunate, O happy day, When a new household finds its place Among the myriad homes of earth, Like a new star just sprung to birth, And rolled on its harmonious way Into the boundless realms of space...
Page 147 - THE SOUND OF THE SEA THE sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, And round the pebbly beaches far and wide I heard the first wave of the rising tide Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep ; A voice out of the silence of the deep, A sound mysteriously multiplied As of a cataract from the mountain's side, Or roar of winds upon a wooded steep. So comes to us at times, from the unknown And inaccessible solitudes of being, The rushing of the sea-tides...
Page 141 - Good night ! good night ! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more return. Thou hast but taken thy lamp and gone to bed ; I stay a little longer, as one stays To cover up the embers that still burn.
Page 105 - Were a star quenched on high, For ages would its light, Still travelling downward from sky, Shine on our mortal sight. So when a great man dies, For years beyond our ken, The light he leaves behind him lies Upon the paths of men.
Page 145 - MILTON I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold How the voluminous billows roll and run, Upheaving and subsiding, while the sun Shines through their sheeted emerald far unrolled. And the ninth wave, slow gathering fold by fold All its loose-flowing garments into one, Plunges upon the shore, and floods the dun Pale reach of sands, and changes them to gold. So in majestic cadence rise and fall The mighty undulations of thy song, O sightless bard, England's Mœonides!
Page 59 - PANDORA. I am a woman ; And the insurgent demon in my nature, That made me brave the oracle, revolts At pity and compassion. Let me die ; What else remains for me ? EPIMETHEUS. Youth, hope, and love : To build a new life on a ruined life, To make the future fairer than the past, And make the past appear a troubled dream.