Early Poems, 1. kötetMacmillan and Company, 1888 |
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15. oldal
... tears of penitence Which would keep green hope's life . Alas ! I think that pride hath now no place Nor sojourn in me . I am void , Dark , formless , utterly destroyed . Why not believe then ? Why not yet Anchor thy CONFESSIONS OF A ...
... tears of penitence Which would keep green hope's life . Alas ! I think that pride hath now no place Nor sojourn in me . I am void , Dark , formless , utterly destroyed . Why not believe then ? Why not yet Anchor thy CONFESSIONS OF A ...
25. oldal
... tears fell with the dews at even ; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She could not look on the sweet heaven . Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark MARIANA 1830.
... tears fell with the dews at even ; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She could not look on the sweet heaven . Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark MARIANA 1830.
30. oldal
... tear . And ' Ave Mary , ' was her moan , ' Madonna , sad is night and morn , ' And ' Ah , ' she sang , ' to be all alone , To live forgotten , and love forlorn . ' Till all the crimson changed , and past Into deep orange o'er the sea ...
... tear . And ' Ave Mary , ' was her moan , ' Madonna , sad is night and morn , ' And ' Ah , ' she sang , ' to be all alone , To live forgotten , and love forlorn . ' Till all the crimson changed , and past Into deep orange o'er the sea ...
33. oldal
... tears , And deepening thro ' the silent spheres Heaven over Heaven rose the night . And weeping then she made her moan , ' The night comes on that knows not morn , When I shall cease to be all alone , To live forgotten , and love ...
... tears , And deepening thro ' the silent spheres Heaven over Heaven rose the night . And weeping then she made her moan , ' The night comes on that knows not morn , When I shall cease to be all alone , To live forgotten , and love ...
70. oldal
... tears for thee ; 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 , Bramble ...
... tears for thee ; 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 , Bramble ...
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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