PoemsEdward Moxon, 1853 - 379 oldal |
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3. oldal
... fall : But the solemn oak - tree sigheth , Thick - leaved , ambrosial , With an ancient melody Of an inward agony , Where Claribel low - lieth . 2 . At eve the beetle boometh Athwart the thicket lone : At noon the wild bee hummeth About ...
... fall : But the solemn oak - tree sigheth , Thick - leaved , ambrosial , With an ancient melody Of an inward agony , Where Claribel low - lieth . 2 . At eve the beetle boometh Athwart the thicket lone : At noon the wild bee hummeth About ...
21. oldal
... fall Of diamond rillets musical , Thro ' little crystal arches low Down from the central fountain's flow Fall'n silver - chiming , seem'd to shake The sparkling flints beneath the A goodly place , a goodly time , For it was in the ...
... fall Of diamond rillets musical , Thro ' little crystal arches low Down from the central fountain's flow Fall'n silver - chiming , seem'd to shake The sparkling flints beneath the A goodly place , a goodly time , For it was in the ...
29. oldal
... falls Upon the storied walls ; For the discovery And newness of thine art so pleased thee , That all which thou hast drawn of fairest Or boldest since , but lightly weighs With thee unto the love thou bearest The first - born of thy ...
... falls Upon the storied walls ; For the discovery And newness of thine art so pleased thee , That all which thou hast drawn of fairest Or boldest since , but lightly weighs With thee unto the love thou bearest The first - born of thy ...
30. oldal
... falling down to twilight grots , Or opening upon level plots Of crowned lilies , standing near Purple - spiked lavender : Whither in after life retired From brawling storms , From weary wind , With youthful fancy reinspired , We may ...
... falling down to twilight grots , Or opening upon level plots Of crowned lilies , standing near Purple - spiked lavender : Whither in after life retired From brawling storms , From weary wind , With youthful fancy reinspired , We may ...
42. oldal
... fall to the ground if you came in . In the middle leaps a fountain Like sheet lightning , Ever brightening With a low melodious thunder ; All day and all night it is ever drawn From the brain of the purple mountain Which stands in the ...
... fall to the ground if you came in . In the middle leaps a fountain Like sheet lightning , Ever brightening With a low melodious thunder ; All day and all night it is ever drawn From the brain of the purple mountain Which stands in the ...
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answer'd beneath blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek cloud dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep dipt door Dora dream earth EDWIN MORRIS Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall floating flowers folds golden prime grave green hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hour King King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady Clare Lady of Shalott land last embrace Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord measured words mermen mind moon morn never night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stars stept summer sweet Sweet Emma tears thee thine things thou art thought thro turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice weary weep wild wind words yonder
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199. oldal - I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within himself make pure ! but thou, If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing...
271. oldal - 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.
11. oldal - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
378. oldal - ... my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
142. oldal - 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.
265. oldal - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades 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...
265. oldal - 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, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
268. oldal - Locksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts, And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into cataracts. 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...
335. oldal - Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic bark; I leap on board, no helmsman steers, I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light! Three angels bear the holy Grail: With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars.
269. 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...