PoemsEdward Moxon, 1853 - 379 oldal |
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xi. oldal
... GARDENER'S DAUGHTER ; OR , THE PICTURES 203 DORA . 214 AUDLEY COURT 221 WALKING TO THE MAIL 225 EDWIN MORRIS ; OR , THE LAKE 230 ST . SIMEON STYLITES 236 THE TALKING OAK 245 LOVE AND DUTY . THE GOLDEN YEAR ULYSSES LOCKSLEY HALL GODIVA ...
... GARDENER'S DAUGHTER ; OR , THE PICTURES 203 DORA . 214 AUDLEY COURT 221 WALKING TO THE MAIL 225 EDWIN MORRIS ; OR , THE LAKE 230 ST . SIMEON STYLITES 236 THE TALKING OAK 245 LOVE AND DUTY . THE GOLDEN YEAR ULYSSES LOCKSLEY HALL GODIVA ...
9. oldal
... garden - wall . The broken sheds look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange . She only said , " My life is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said ...
... garden - wall . The broken sheds look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange . She only said , " My life is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said ...
19. oldal
... gardens green and old ; True Mussulman was I and sworn , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . Anight my shallop , rustling thro ... garden porches on the brim , The costly doors C 2 19 RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS.
... gardens green and old ; True Mussulman was I and sworn , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . Anight my shallop , rustling thro ... garden porches on the brim , The costly doors C 2 19 RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS.
20. oldal
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. By garden porches on the brim , The costly doors flung open wide , Gold glittering thro ' lamplight dim , And broider'd sofas on each side : In sooth it was a goodly time , For it was in the golden prime ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. By garden porches on the brim , The costly doors flung open wide , Gold glittering thro ' lamplight dim , And broider'd sofas on each side : In sooth it was a goodly time , For it was in the golden prime ...
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... garden - bowers and grots Slumber'd : the solemn palms were ranged Above , unwoo'd of summer wind : A sudden splendour from behind Flush'd all the leaves with rich gold - green , And , flowing rapidly between Their interspaces ...
... garden - bowers and grots Slumber'd : the solemn palms were ranged Above , unwoo'd of summer wind : A sudden splendour from behind Flush'd all the leaves with rich gold - green , And , flowing rapidly between Their interspaces ...
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answer'd beneath blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek cloud dark 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 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 thy dreams 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...