PoemsEdward Moxon, 1856 - 379 oldal |
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25. oldal
... fold , Engarlanded and diaper'd With inwrought flowers , a cloth of gold . Thereon , his deep eye laughter - stirr'd With merriment of kingly pride , Sole star of all that place and time , I saw him in his golden prime , THE GOOD HAROUN ...
... fold , Engarlanded and diaper'd With inwrought flowers , a cloth of gold . Thereon , his deep eye laughter - stirr'd With merriment of kingly pride , Sole star of all that place and time , I saw him in his golden prime , THE GOOD HAROUN ...
28. oldal
... into his narrow earthen urn , In every elbow and turn , The filter'd tribute of the rough woodland . O ! hither lead thy feet ! Pour round mine ears the livelong bleat Of the thick - fleeced sheep from wattled folds , 28 28 ODE TO MEMORY .
... into his narrow earthen urn , In every elbow and turn , The filter'd tribute of the rough woodland . O ! hither lead thy feet ! Pour round mine ears the livelong bleat Of the thick - fleeced sheep from wattled folds , 28 28 ODE TO MEMORY .
29. oldal
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Of the thick - fleeced sheep from wattled folds , Upon the ridged wolds , When the first matin - song hath waken'd loud Over the dark dewy earth forlorn , What time the amber morn Forth gushes from beneath ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Of the thick - fleeced sheep from wattled folds , Upon the ridged wolds , When the first matin - song hath waken'd loud Over the dark dewy earth forlorn , What time the amber morn Forth gushes from beneath ...
49. oldal
... Fold thy palms across thy breast , Fold thine arms , turn to thy rest . Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy grave ... folds thy grave . O'er Let them rave . E 3 . Thou wilt not turn upon thy bed ; 49.
... Fold thy palms across thy breast , Fold thine arms , turn to thy rest . Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy grave ... folds thy grave . O'er Let them rave . E 3 . Thou wilt not turn upon thy bed ; 49.
50. oldal
... folds thy grave . Let them rave . 4 . Crocodiles wept tears for thee ; The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O'er the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave ...
... folds thy grave . Let them rave . 4 . Crocodiles wept tears for thee ; The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O'er the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave ...
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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 scorn 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 yonder
Népszerű szakaszok
199. oldal - And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
11. oldal - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
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.
283. oldal - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
279. oldal - With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunder-storm ; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battleflags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
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.
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. 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 ; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
70. oldal - In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining Heavily the low sky raining Over tower'd Camelot.
195. oldal - King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake. Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills.