Poems, 2. kötetEdward Moxon, 1846 - 235 oldal |
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22. oldal
... senses and my soul ; And vague desires , like fitful blasts of balm To one that travels quickly , made the air Of Life delicious , and all kinds of thought , That verged upon them , sweeter than the dream Dream'd by a happy man , when ...
... senses and my soul ; And vague desires , like fitful blasts of balm To one that travels quickly , made the air Of Life delicious , and all kinds of thought , That verged upon them , sweeter than the dream Dream'd by a happy man , when ...
23. oldal
... smiling said to me , " Hear how the bushes echo ! by my life , These birds have joyful thoughts . Think you they sing Like poets , from the vanity of song ? Or have they any sense of why they sing ? OR , THE PICTURES . 23.
... smiling said to me , " Hear how the bushes echo ! by my life , These birds have joyful thoughts . Think you they sing Like poets , from the vanity of song ? Or have they any sense of why they sing ? OR , THE PICTURES . 23.
24. oldal
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Or have they any sense of why they sing ? And would they praise the heavens for what they have ? ” And I made answer , " Were there nothing else For which to praise the heavens but only love , That only ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Or have they any sense of why they sing ? And would they praise the heavens for what they have ? ” And I made answer , " Were there nothing else For which to praise the heavens but only love , That only ...
48. oldal
... sense that handles daily life That keeps us all in order more or less And sick of home went overseas for change . John . And whither ? James . Nay , who knows ? he's here and there . But let him go ; his devil goes with him , As well as ...
... sense that handles daily life That keeps us all in order more or less And sick of home went overseas for change . John . And whither ? James . Nay , who knows ? he's here and there . But let him go ; his devil goes with him , As well as ...
74. oldal
... sense of touch is something coarse , But I believe she wept . XLII . " Then flush'd her cheek with rosy light , She glanced across the plain ; But not a creature was in sight : She kiss'd me once again . XLIII . " Her kisses were so ...
... sense of touch is something coarse , But I believe she wept . XLII . " Then flush'd her cheek with rosy light , She glanced across the plain ; But not a creature was in sight : She kiss'd me once again . XLIII . " Her kisses were so ...
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Alice the nurse AMPHION answer'd art thou beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag dark dipt Dora dream earth Edward Gray Ellen Adair Excalibur eyes fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone grew Hall hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven hope hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald Mastodon mind moon moorland morn never nevermore night o'er pass'd praise QUEEN GUINEVERE replied rose round saints seem'd shade SIMEON STYLITES SIR LAUNCELOT sleep song soul sound spake speak stars stept summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought thrice thro thy dreams touch'd truth turn'd unto vapour Vext village maid voice whisper wife wind wither'd words yonder
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95. oldal - Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
105. oldal - From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunder-storm; Till the war-drum, throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags 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.
94. 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.
104. oldal - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new : That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
6. oldal - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
108. oldal - There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing-space ; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
13. oldal - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, ' Place me in the barge ;
13. oldal - Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream - by these Three Queens with crowns of gold - and from them rose A cry that shivered to the tingling stars...
93. oldal - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
100. oldal - Comfort? comfort scorned of devils; this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead unhappy night, and when the rain is on the roof.