Hyperion: A RomanceTicknor and Fields, 1859 - 382ÆäÀÌÁö |
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221 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars...
331 ÆäÀÌÁö - Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill My perspective still as they pass; Or else remove me hence unto that hill * Where I shall need no glass.
305 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
330 ÆäÀÌÁö - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
330 ÆäÀÌÁö - Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest After the sun's remove. I see them walking in an air of glory, Whose light doth trample on my days; 10 My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmerings and decays.
140 ÆäÀÌÁö - Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from mortal eye In shady leaves of destiny: Till that ripe birth Of studied Fate stand forth...
363 ÆäÀÌÁö - Look not mournfully into the past: it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present: it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future, without fear, and with a manly heart.
240 ÆäÀÌÁö - HAST thou seen that lordly castle, That Castle by the Sea? Golden and red above it The clouds float gorgeously. "And fain it would stoop downward To the mirrored wave below ; And fain it would soar upward In the evening's ciimsoii glow." " Well have I seen that castle, That Castle by the Sea, And the moon above it standing, And the mist rise solemnly.
78 ÆäÀÌÁö - Believe me, the talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well ; and doing well whatever you do, — without a thought of fame.