Poems, 2. kötetEdward Moxon, Dover Street., 1843 - 231 oldal |
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38. oldal
... mother ; therefore thou and I will go , And I will have my boy , and bring him home ; And I will beg of him to take thee back ; But if he will not take thee back again , Then thou and I will live within one house , 38 DORA .
... mother ; therefore thou and I will go , And I will have my boy , and bring him home ; And I will beg of him to take thee back ; But if he will not take thee back again , Then thou and I will live within one house , 38 DORA .
39. oldal
... mother , he cried out to come to her ; And Allan set him down ; and Mary said : " O Father ! -if you let me call you so- I never came a - begging for myself , Or William , or this child ; but now I come For Dora take her back ; she ...
... mother , he cried out to come to her ; And Allan set him down ; and Mary said : " O Father ! -if you let me call you so- I never came a - begging for myself , Or William , or this child ; but now I come For Dora take her back ; she ...
51. oldal
... mother sow , And but for daily loss of one she loved , As one by one we took them -- but for this— As never sow was higher in this world- Might have been happy but what lot is : We took them all , till she was left alone Upon her tower ...
... mother sow , And but for daily loss of one she loved , As one by one we took them -- but for this— As never sow was higher in this world- Might have been happy but what lot is : We took them all , till she was left alone Upon her tower ...
58. oldal
... Mother , and the Saints ; Or in the night , after a little sleep , I wake the chill stars sparkle ; I am wet : With drenching dews , or stiff with crackling frost . I wear an undress'd goatskin on my back ; A grazing iron collar grinds ...
... Mother , and the Saints ; Or in the night , after a little sleep , I wake the chill stars sparkle ; I am wet : With drenching dews , or stiff with crackling frost . I wear an undress'd goatskin on my back ; A grazing iron collar grinds ...
71. oldal
... mother trundled to the gate Behind the dappled grays . XXIX . " But , as for her , she staid at home , And on the roof she went , And down the way you use to come She look'd with discontent . XXX . " She left the novel half - uncut Upon ...
... mother trundled to the gate Behind the dappled grays . XXIX . " But , as for her , she staid at home , And on the roof she went , And down the way you use to come She look'd with discontent . XXX . " She left the novel half - uncut Upon ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Alice the nurse answer'd beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag cubits dark dipt Dora dream earth Ellen Adair Eustace Excalibur eyes face fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone gray grew hand happy heard heart Heaven high dial hope hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare last embrace laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald mind moon moorland morn never night o'er pass'd passion QUEEN GUINEVERE replied rose round saints seem'd shade Simeon SIMEON STYLITES sleep slow light song soul sound spake speak stars stept summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought thousand summers thrice thro thy dreams touch'd truth turn'd unto vapour Vext village maid voice whisper wife wind wither'd words yonder
Népszerű szakaszok
173. oldal - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
16. oldal - 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.
93. oldal - In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast ; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest ; In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove ; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
89. oldal - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices.
228. oldal - 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 vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
8. oldal - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
176. oldal - A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose...
103. 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 ; I leard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
9. oldal - This is a shameful thing for men to lie. Yet now, I charge thee, quickly go again As thou art lief and dear, and do the thing I bade thee, watch, and lightly bring me word.
87. oldal - IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole* Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me...