With silent strides Odysseus then shot back the bolt, passed lightly through the courtyard and sped down the street. Some saw him take the graveyard's zigzag mountain path, some saw him leap on rocks that edged the savage shore, some visionaries saw him in the dead of night swimming and talking secretly with the sea-demons, but only a small boy saw him in a lonely dream sit crouched and weeping by the dark sea's foaming edge.
Theyare sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs 578 Grate on their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw, The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swollen with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread, Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said, But that two-handed engine at the door, Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.john milton
And so, by night, while we were all at rest,I think the coming sped the parting guest.henry van dyke
Lightly I sped when hope was highAnd youth beguiled the chase,—I follow, follow still: But IShall never see her face.frederick locker-lampson
Fame then was cheap, and the first courier sped; And they have kept it since, by being dead.john dryden
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.john dryden
Lightly I sped when hope was high And youth beguiled the chase, I follow, follow still: But I Shall never see her face.
When buttercups are blossoming, The poets sang, 'tis best to wed: So all for love we paired in Spring , Blanche and I, ere youth had sped.edmund clarence stedman
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.helen hunt jackson
And meanwhile all the gentry behind the Count pour To the inn. There Gerwazy recalled days of old, From three kontuszes Warden for three broad belts called, On these up from the vaults three big barrels appear: One of vodka, of mead one, the third full of beer. Removed the spigots, three streams gushed, gurgled and sped, One gold, one white like silver, and cornelian red The third; with triple rainbow they sparkle and sing, Into hundred mugs gush, in umpteen glasses ring.
At night returning, every labour sped, He sits him down, the monarch of a shed; Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze; While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, Displays her cleanly platter on the board.Oliver Goldsmith
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