Poems, 1. kötetE. Moxon, 1846 - 235 oldal |
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8. oldal
... tree sigheth , Thick - leaved , ambrosial , With an ancient melody Of an inward agony , Where Claribel low - lieth . At eve the beetle boometh Athwart the thicket lone : At noon the wild bee hummeth About the moss'd headstone B 2 CLARIBEL.
... tree sigheth , Thick - leaved , ambrosial , With an ancient melody Of an inward agony , Where Claribel low - lieth . At eve the beetle boometh Athwart the thicket lone : At noon the wild bee hummeth About the moss'd headstone B 2 CLARIBEL.
12. oldal
... tree did mark The level waste , the rounding gray . She only said , " My life is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! " V. And ever when the moon was low , And 12 MARIANA .
... tree did mark The level waste , the rounding gray . She only said , " My life is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! " V. And ever when the moon was low , And 12 MARIANA .
57. oldal
... The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O'er the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . V. Round thee blow , self - pleached deep , A DIRGE . 57.
... The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O'er the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . V. Round thee blow , self - pleached deep , A DIRGE . 57.
60. oldal
... tree Stands in the sun and shadows all beneath , So in the light of great eternity Life eminent creates the shade of death ; The shadow passeth when the tree shall fall , But I shall reign for ever over all . " THE BALLAD OF ORIANA . My ...
... tree Stands in the sun and shadows all beneath , So in the light of great eternity Life eminent creates the shade of death ; The shadow passeth when the tree shall fall , But I shall reign for ever over all . " THE BALLAD OF ORIANA . My ...
66. oldal
... of thee , Oriana . Thou liest beneath the greenwood tree , I dare not die and come to thee , Oriana . I hear the roaring of the sea , Oriana . CIRCUMSTANCE . Two children in two neighbour villages Playing mad 66 THE BALLAD OF ORIANA .
... of thee , Oriana . Thou liest beneath the greenwood tree , I dare not die and come to thee , Oriana . I hear the roaring of the sea , Oriana . CIRCUMSTANCE . Two children in two neighbour villages Playing mad 66 THE BALLAD OF ORIANA .
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66 O mother Adeline adown BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER BEN JONSON beneath blow bound in morocco breath brow call me early Camelot cheek cloth dark Dear mother Ida death deep dream Earl was fair earth EDITION EDWARD MOXON Eleänore elegantly bound Enone ESSAYS OF ELIA evermore eyes fall floating flowers folds thy grave forlorn GEORGE DARLEY golden prime goose green that folds harken ere Haroun Alraschid HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath hear heard heart Heaven kiss Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott land LEIGH HUNT Let them rave light Lilian lips look look'd moon morn night o'er Oriana POEMS Portrait and Vignette price 16s Queen roll'd round saw thro seem'd shadow sing sleep slowly smile song soul star stept sweet tears thee thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou thought thro turret and tree Vere de Vere voice volume 8vo weary wild WILLIAM GIFFORD wind
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157. oldal - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
175. oldal - They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land: far off, three mountain-tops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flush'd: and, dew'd with showery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. The charmed sunset linger'd low adown In the red West: thro...
174. oldal - 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. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
181. oldal - Before them of the ten years' war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things. Is there confusion in the little isle? Let what is broken so remain. The Gods are hard to reconcile: 'Tis hard to settle order once again. There is confusion worse than death, Trouble on trouble, pain on pain, Long...
14. oldal - My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
13. oldal - In the white curtain, to and fro, She saw the gusty shadow sway. But when the moon was very low, And wild winds bound within their cell, The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her bed, across her brow. She only said, ' The night is dreary, He cometh not...
122. oldal - Had lost his way between the piney sides Of this long glen. Then to the bower they came, Naked they came to that smooth-swarded bower, And at their feet the crocus brake like fire, Violet, amaracus, and asphodel, Lotos and lilies : and a wind arose, And overhead the wandering ivy and vine, This way and that; in many a wild festoon Ran riot, garlanding the gnarled boughs With bunch and berry and flower thro
78. oldal - Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
81. oldal - The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot : And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott.
156. oldal - Lady Clara Vere de Vere, You put strange memories in my head. Not thrice your branching limes have blown Since I beheld young Laurence dead. Oh your sweet eyes, your low replies : A great enchantress you may be ; But there was that across his throat Which you had hardly cared to see. Lady Clara Vere de Vere, When thus he met his mother's view, She had the passions of her kind, She spake some certain truths of you. Indeed I heard one bitter word That scarce is fit for you to hear ; Her manners had...