Early Poems, 1. kötetMacmillan and Company, 1888 |
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11. oldal
... The boastings of my spirit still ? The joy I had in my freewill All cold , and dead , and corpse - like grown ? And what is left to me , but Thou , 1 And faith in Thee ? Men pass me by SUPPOSED CONFESSIONS OF A SECOND-RATE SENSI- PAGE I.
... The boastings of my spirit still ? The joy I had in my freewill All cold , and dead , and corpse - like grown ? And what is left to me , but Thou , 1 And faith in Thee ? Men pass me by SUPPOSED CONFESSIONS OF A SECOND-RATE SENSI- PAGE I.
15. oldal
... cold At heart , thou wouldest murmur still- ' Bring this lamb back into Thy fold , My Lord , if so it be Thy will . ' Would'st tell me I must brook the rod And chastisement of human pride ; That pride , the sin of devils , stood Betwixt ...
... cold At heart , thou wouldest murmur still- ' Bring this lamb back into Thy fold , My Lord , if so it be Thy will . ' Would'st tell me I must brook the rod And chastisement of human pride ; That pride , the sin of devils , stood Betwixt ...
26. oldal
... cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely moated grange . She only said , ' The day is dreary , He cometh not , ' she said ; She said , ' I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! ' About a stone - cast from the wall ...
... cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely moated grange . She only said , ' The day is dreary , He cometh not , ' she said ; She said , ' I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! ' About a stone - cast from the wall ...
39. oldal
... cold upon the ground , And the far - off stream is dumb , And the whirring sail goes round , And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits , The white owl in the belfry sits . When II . merry milkmaids click the ...
... cold upon the ground , And the far - off stream is dumb , And the whirring sail goes round , And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits , The white owl in the belfry sits . When II . merry milkmaids click the ...
57. oldal
... himself he sold : Upon himself himself did feed : Quiet , dispassionate , and cold , And other than his form of creed , With chisell'd features clear and sleek . THE POET . THE poet in a golden clime was A CHARACTER . 52 57.
... himself he sold : Upon himself himself did feed : Quiet , dispassionate , and cold , And other than his form of creed , With chisell'd features clear and sleek . THE POET . THE poet in a golden clime was A CHARACTER . 52 57.
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204. oldal - COURAGE!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." 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.
39. oldal - WHEN cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
208. oldal - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? 5° All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence; ripen, fall, and cease: Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.
205. oldal - And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land : far off, three mountaintops, 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...
206. oldal - And all at once they sang, ' Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam.
209. 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...
258. 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 zig-zag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
206. oldal - There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
261. oldal - The great brand Made lightnings in the splendour of the moon, And flashing round and round, and whirl'd in an arch, Shot like a streamer of the northern morn, Seen where the moving isles of winter shock By night, with noises of the northern sea.
194. oldal - The night-winds come and go, mother, upon the meadow-grass, And the happy stars above them seem to brighten as they pass ; There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the livelong day, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o