Poems, 2. kötetEdward Moxon, 1846 - 235 oldal |
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26. oldal
... sweet answer , though no answer came , Nor yet refused the rose , but granted it , And moved away , and left me , statue - like , In act to render thanks . I , that whole day , Saw her no more , although I linger'd there Till every ...
... sweet answer , though no answer came , Nor yet refused the rose , but granted it , And moved away , and left me , statue - like , In act to render thanks . I , that whole day , Saw her no more , although I linger'd there Till every ...
30. oldal
... I tell of meetings , of farewells— Of that which came between , more sweet than each , In whispers , like the whispers of the leaves That tremble round a nightingale - in sighs Which perfect 30 30 THE GARDENER'S DAUGHTER ;
... I tell of meetings , of farewells— Of that which came between , more sweet than each , In whispers , like the whispers of the leaves That tremble round a nightingale - in sighs Which perfect 30 30 THE GARDENER'S DAUGHTER ;
62. oldal
... clutch it . Christ ! ' Tis gone ' tis here again ; the crown ! the crown ! So now ' tis fitted on and grows to me , And from it melt the dews of Paradise , Sweet ! sweet ! spikenard , and balm , and 62 ST . SIMEON STYLITES .
... clutch it . Christ ! ' Tis gone ' tis here again ; the crown ! the crown ! So now ' tis fitted on and grows to me , And from it melt the dews of Paradise , Sweet ! sweet ! spikenard , and balm , and 62 ST . SIMEON STYLITES .
63. oldal
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Sweet ! sweet ! spikenard , and balm , and frankincense . Ah ! let me not be fool'd , sweet saints : I trust That I am whole , and clean , and meet for Heaven . Speak , if there be a priest , a man of God ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Sweet ! sweet ! spikenard , and balm , and frankincense . Ah ! let me not be fool'd , sweet saints : I trust That I am whole , and clean , and meet for Heaven . Speak , if there be a priest , a man of God ...
73. oldal
... sweet As woodbine's fragile hold , Or when I feel about my feet The berried briony fold . " XXXVIII . O muffle round thy knees with fern , And shadow Sumner - chace ! Long may thy topmost branch discern The roofs of Sumner - place ...
... sweet As woodbine's fragile hold , Or when I feel about my feet The berried briony fold . " XXXVIII . O muffle round thy knees with fern , And shadow Sumner - chace ! Long may thy topmost branch discern The roofs of Sumner - place ...
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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.