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 ...
... 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 ...
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 answer'd beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore born breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag dark death dipt Dora dream dropt earth Edward Gray Ellen Adair Excalibur eyes fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone grew hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven hope hour jaundice King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare land last embrace laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald moon moorland morn never 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 wonder words
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99. oldal - Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. 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.
93. oldal - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades 10 Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers.
182. oldal - And thro' the mountain-walls A rolling organ-harmony Swells up, and shakes and falls. Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear : " O just and faithful knight of God ! Ride on ! the prize is near.
108. 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...
7. oldal - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?" And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: f*"" I heard the ripple washing in the reeds \And the wild water lapping on the crag.
181. oldal - A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose...
97. oldal - Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid. Here about the beach I wander 'd, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time...
121. oldal - To-day I saw the dragon-fly Come from the wells where he did lie. ' An inner impulse rent the veil Of his old husk : from head to tail Came out clear plates of sapphire mail. ' He dried his wings : like gauze they grew : Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew A living flash of light he flew.
104. 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.
97. 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.