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In Schiller the eight long lines that conclude each stanza of this charming love-poem, instead of rhyming alternately as in the translation, chime somewhat to the tune of Byron's Don Juan six lines rhyming with each other, and the two last forming a separate couplet. In other respects the translation, it is hoped, is sufficiently close and literal. The peach.
You need but lift a pearl-pale hand, And bind up your long hair and sigh; And all men's hearts must burn and beat; And candle-like foam on the dim sand, And stars climbing the dew-dropping sky, Live but to light your passing feet. A still more characteristic love-poem is the one which gleams with the symbols of the cloths of heaven.
My heart flooded over with tender pity for these poor sweet women though perhaps chiefly for my own sad lot in not encountering them, and I conceived a great comprehensive love-poem to be entitled "The Girls that never can be Mine."
We have to be very grateful to the scholars whose researches have recovered for us so much of our old heritage, and to those who have made their contents in various ways so easy to get at. Runes. An early love-poem I said I would tell you a little about runes, which I have had more than once occasion to mention.
Lady Feverel, when she first entered on her duties at Raynham, was jealous of her husband's friend. By degrees she tolerated him. In time he touched his guitar in her chamber, and they played Rizzio and Mary together. "For I am not the first who found The name of Mary fatal!" says a subsequent sentimental alliterative love-poem of Diaper's. Such was the outline of the story.
It made him resolute to show her that he did not dislike to dance with her she, the most beautiful girl in the room, the best dancer she, Leam, that name which meant a love-poem in itself to him. "Come," he said again, offering his hand, not his arm. Leam looked at him, meaning to refuse. What did she see in his face that changed hers so wholly?
Valentines have to be love-poems, and Spring is 'most always in a love-poem." "Yes, I s'pose it is. I'd like to do some funny ones. I'm not much good at sentimental poetry. I guess I'll do one for King. Here's a picture of a bird carrying a ring in its beak. Ring rhymes with King, you know." "Oh, yes, make one of those limerick things: 'There was a young fellow named King, "
Phoebus, gilding the brow o' morning, Banishes ilk darksome shade! Still we might keep a love-poem unexcelled by Catullus, Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted. But the letters to Clarinda would have been unwritten, and the thrush would have been untaught in 'the style of the Bird of Paradise.
"It is like Heine simply a love-poem," said the girl, over her shoulder. Theron followed now with all his senses, as she carried the Ninth Nocturne onward.
The feelings of that great heart might have fallen unconsciously into phrases from that one love-poem of the Bible which such men as he read so purely and devoutly, and which warm the icy clearness of their intellection with the myrrh and spices of ardent lands, where earthly and heavenly love meet and blend in one indistinguishable horizon-line, like sea and sky.
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