Literary Art: A Handbook for Its StudyInland Publishing Company, 1897 - 241 oldal |
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116. oldal - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
86. oldal - Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; " The curse is come upon me,
56. oldal - Old Gandolf with his paltry onion-stone, Put me where I may look at him ! True peach, Rosy and flawless: how I earned the prize! Draw close: that conflagration of my church — What then ? So much was saved if aught were missed ! My sons, ye would not be my death?
50. oldal - So, Lady Flora, take my lay, And if you find no moral there, Go look in any glass and say, What moral is in being fair.
162. 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.
71. oldal - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees: Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
113. oldal - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood ; Stop up the access and passage to remorse...
57. oldal - Ready to twitch the Nymph's last garment off, And Moses with the tables . . . but I know Ye mark me not! What do they whisper thee, Child of my bowels, Anselm ? Ah, ye hope To revel down my villas while I gasp Bricked o'er with beggar's mouldy travertine Which Gandolf from his tomb-top chuckles at!
108. oldal - And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
117. oldal - Downe there comes a fallow doe, As great with yong as she might goe. She lift up his bloudy hed, And kist his wounds that were so red. She got him up upon her backe, 20 And carried him to earthen lake.