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vi. oldal
... ROLLING DRUMS ' " 89 . 92 C HOME THEY BROUGHT HER WARRIOR DEAD ' 93 > • 6 OUR ENEMIES HAVE FALL'N , HAVE FALL'N ' ' ASK ME NO MORE 6 NOW SLEEPS THE CRIMSON PETAL , NOW THE WHITE ' COME DOWN , O MAID , FROM YONDER MOUNTAIN HEIGHT 100 102 ...
... ROLLING DRUMS ' " 89 . 92 C HOME THEY BROUGHT HER WARRIOR DEAD ' 93 > • 6 OUR ENEMIES HAVE FALL'N , HAVE FALL'N ' ' ASK ME NO MORE 6 NOW SLEEPS THE CRIMSON PETAL , NOW THE WHITE ' COME DOWN , O MAID , FROM YONDER MOUNTAIN HEIGHT 100 102 ...
36. oldal
... eyes Is wearied of the rolling hours . In glowing health , with boundless wealth , But sickening of a vague disease , You know so ill to deal with time , You needs must play such pranks as these Clara , Clara Vere de Vere , If Time be 36.
... eyes Is wearied of the rolling hours . In glowing health , with boundless wealth , But sickening of a vague disease , You know so ill to deal with time , You needs must play such pranks as these Clara , Clara Vere de Vere , If Time be 36.
49. oldal
... the torrents meet . There in her place she did rejoice , Self - gather'd in her prophet - mind , But fragments of her mighty voice Came rolling on the wind . E Then stept she down thro ' town and field To. OF OLD SAT FREEDOM ON THE HEIGHTS.
... the torrents meet . There in her place she did rejoice , Self - gather'd in her prophet - mind , But fragments of her mighty voice Came rolling on the wind . E Then stept she down thro ' town and field To. OF OLD SAT FREEDOM ON THE HEIGHTS.
57. oldal
... eagles ? wrens be wrens ? If all the world were falcons , what of that ? The wonder of the eagle were the less , But he not less the eagle . Happy days Roll onward , leading up the golden year . Fly , happy , happy sails , and bear the 57.
... eagles ? wrens be wrens ? If all the world were falcons , what of that ? The wonder of the eagle were the less , But he not less the eagle . Happy days Roll onward , leading up the golden year . Fly , happy , happy sails , and bear the 57.
64. oldal
... Roll back , and far within For me the Heavenly Bridegroom waits , To make me pure of sin . The sabbaths of Eternity , One sabbath deep and wide- A light upon the shining sea— The Bridegroom with his bride ! EDWARD GRAY . WEET Emma ...
... Roll back , and far within For me the Heavenly Bridegroom waits , To make me pure of sin . The sabbaths of Eternity , One sabbath deep and wide- A light upon the shining sea— The Bridegroom with his bride ! EDWARD GRAY . WEET Emma ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON aweary ay-the winds beggar maid Blow break bride Bridegroom bugle cloth Cophetua dark dark the night dead death Department of HENRY dreary dying Earl was fair Edition Edward Gray Ellen Adair enemies have fall'n eyes Fall battleaxe flash brand folds thy grave golden green that folds happy happy day heard heart of Edward heaven join the brimming KEGAN PAUL King reign kiss kiss'd Lady Clara Vere late Let me fly Let the King Let them rave little birdie love hath smiled LUCRETIUS lute Maud Milking the cow moon mother night o'er Oriana Paternoster Square Poems Publishing Department Queen Ring rivulet Roll rose shining sleep SONG star stept Swallow SWEET AND LOW Sweet Emma Moreland sweeter tears thine thou thro turret and tree valley Vere de Vere voice Walter Crane whither wild wild bells ye cannot enter yonder
Népszerű szakaszok
75. oldal - And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. •TEARS, IDLE TEARS, I KNOW NOT WHAT THEY MEAN.' ItEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
ii. oldal - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
71. oldal - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
93. oldal - RING out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
115. oldal - And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever...
73. oldal - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
65. oldal - But, O, for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
120. oldal - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them...
49. oldal - AND on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old...
24. oldal - Lady Clara Vere de Vere, Some meeker pupil you must find, For were you queen of all that is, I could not stoop to such a mind. You sought to prove how I could love, And my disdain is my reply. The lion on your old stone gates Is not more cold to you than I.