The Poetical WorksHarper, 1873 - 327 oldal |
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... dead " 165 The Eagle ; a Fragment 165 166 177 180 The Talking Oak Love and Duty The Golden Year Ulysses . Locksley Hall Godiva The Two Voices The Dav - Dream : Prologue . The Sleeping Palace The Sleeping Beauty The Arrival The Revival ...
... dead " 165 The Eagle ; a Fragment 165 166 177 180 The Talking Oak Love and Duty The Golden Year Ulysses . Locksley Hall Godiva The Two Voices The Dav - Dream : Prologue . The Sleeping Palace The Sleeping Beauty The Arrival The Revival ...
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... dead ! " II . Her 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 did trance the sky ...
... dead ! " II . Her 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 did trance the sky ...
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... dead ! " IV . About a stone - cast from the wall A sluice with blackened waters slept , And o'er it many , round and small , The clustered marish - mosses crept . Hard by a poplar shook alway , All silver - green with gnarled bark : For ...
... dead ! " IV . About a stone - cast from the wall A sluice with blackened waters slept , And o'er it many , round and small , The clustered marish - mosses crept . Hard by a poplar shook alway , All silver - green with gnarled bark : For ...
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... dead ! " VI . All day within the dreamy house The doors upon their hinges creaked ; The blue fly sung i ' the pane ; the mouse Behind the mouldering wainscot shrieked , Or from the crevice peered about . Old faces glimmered through the ...
... dead ! " VI . All day within the dreamy house The doors upon their hinges creaked ; The blue fly sung i ' the pane ; the mouse Behind the mouldering wainscot shrieked , Or from the crevice peered about . Old faces glimmered through the ...
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... dead stones , or spirit in air ; Then looking as ' twere in a glass , He smoothed his chin and sleeked his hair , And said the earth was beautiful . III . He spake of virtue : not the gods More purely , when they wish to charm Pallas ...
... dead stones , or spirit in air ; Then looking as ' twere in a glass , He smoothed his chin and sleeked his hair , And said the earth was beautiful . III . He spake of virtue : not the gods More purely , when they wish to charm Pallas ...
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Annie answer arms Aylmer beneath blazoned blood blow break breast breath brows Camelot cheek child cloud crown Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt dream dropt ears earth Edwin Morris Enoch Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall father fear fire flower fold forever golden grave hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven Hesper hollow hour king King Arthur kiss knew Lady Lady of Shalott land light lips live look Lord maiden moon morn move never night o'er once Oriana Princess Ida Psyche Queen rolling rose round scorn shadow SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul spake speak spirit spoke star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro unto vext voice wall of night weary whisper wife wild wind woman words yonder
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192. oldal - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
183. oldal - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought...
344. oldal - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference, Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
90. 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. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon ; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go;...
293. oldal - 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.
42. oldal - Thro' the noises of the night She floated down to Camelot: And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott. Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly, Turned to towered Camelot.
42. oldal - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right The leaves upon her falling light Thro...
125. oldal - Which was my pride: for thou rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I...
486. oldal - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies ; — Hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
8. oldal - I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead ! " The sparrow's chirrup on the roof, The slow clock ticking, and the sound Which to the wooing wind aloof The poplar made, did all confound Her sense ; but most she loathed the hour When the thick-moted sunbeam lay Athwart the chambers, and the day Was sloping toward his western bower. Then, said she, " I am very dreary, He will not come...