PoemsEdward Moxon & Company, 1868 - 379 oldal |
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42. oldal
... sings a song of undying love ; And yet , tho ' its voice be so clear and full , You never would hear it ; your ears are so dull ; So keep where you are : you are foul with sin ; It would shrink to the earth if you came in . THE SEA ...
... sings a song of undying love ; And yet , tho ' its voice be so clear and full , You never would hear it ; your ears are so dull ; So keep where you are : you are foul with sin ; It would shrink to the earth if you came in . THE SEA ...
44. oldal
... sing to you all the day : Mariner , mariner , furl your sails , For here are the blissful downs and dales , And merrily merrily carol the gales , And the spangle dances in bight and bay , And the rainbow forms and flies on the land Over ...
... sing to you all the day : Mariner , mariner , furl your sails , For here are the blissful downs and dales , And merrily merrily carol the gales , And the spangle dances in bight and bay , And the rainbow forms and flies on the land Over ...
58. oldal
... Singing alone Under the sea , With a crown of gold , On a throne ? 2 . I would be a merman bold ; I would sit and sing the whole of the day ; I would fill the sea - halls with a voice of power ; But at night I would roam abroad and play ...
... Singing alone Under the sea , With a crown of gold , On a throne ? 2 . I would be a merman bold ; I would sit and sing the whole of the day ; I would fill the sea - halls with a voice of power ; But at night I would roam abroad and play ...
60. oldal
... Singing alone , Combing her hair Under the sea , In a golden curl With a comb of pearl , On a throne ? 2 . I would ... sing and say , " Who is it loves me ? who loves not me ? " I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fal Low adown ...
... Singing alone , Combing her hair Under the sea , In a golden curl With a comb of pearl , On a throne ? 2 . I would ... sing and say , " Who is it loves me ? who loves not me ? " I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fal Low adown ...
71. oldal
... singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly , chanted lowly , Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were darken'd wholly , Turn'd to tower'd Camelot . For ere she reach'd upon ...
... singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly , chanted lowly , Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were darken'd wholly , Turn'd to tower'd Camelot . For ere she reach'd upon ...
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answer'd beneath blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek cloud dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep dipt door Dora dream earth Edwin Morris Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face faint fair fall floating flowers folds golden prime grave green hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hour King King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady of Shalott land last embrace Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord mermen mind moon morn never night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro scorn seem'd shadow SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stars stept summer sweet Sweet Emma tears thee thine things thou art thought thro thy dreams turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice weary weep wild wind words yonder
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269. oldal - In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast ; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest ; In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
11. oldal - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
271. oldal - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
267. oldal - Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
283. oldal - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves of change. Thro...
279. oldal - With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunder-storm ; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battleflags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
68. oldal - For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights, And music, went to Camelot : Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed ; " I am half sick of shadows,
194. oldal - What harm, undone? deep harm to disobey, Seeing obedience is the bond of rule. Were it well to obey then, if a king demand An act unprofitable, against himself ? The King is sick, and knows not what he does.
142. oldal - In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon ; And, like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem.
66. oldal - Skimming down to Camelot. But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to tower'd Camelot: And by the moon the reaper weary Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers " 'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott.