PoemsEdward Moxon, 1856 - 379 oldal |
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86. oldal
... once again to woo thee mine— It seems in after - dinner talk Across the walnuts and the wine- To be the long and listless boy Late - left an orphan of the squire , Where this old mansion mounted high Looks down upon the village spire ...
... once again to woo thee mine— It seems in after - dinner talk Across the walnuts and the wine- To be the long and listless boy Late - left an orphan of the squire , Where this old mansion mounted high Looks down upon the village spire ...
96. oldal
... that long desert to the south . Last night , when some one spoke his name , From my swift blood that went and came A thousand little shafts of flame Were shiver'd in my narrow frame . O Love , O fire ! once he drew With 96 30.
... that long desert to the south . Last night , when some one spoke his name , From my swift blood that went and came A thousand little shafts of flame Were shiver'd in my narrow frame . O Love , O fire ! once he drew With 96 30.
97. oldal
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. O Love , O fire ! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul thro ' My lips , as sunlight drinketh dew . Before he mounts the hill , I know He cometh quickly : from below Sweet gales , as from deep ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. O Love , O fire ! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul thro ' My lips , as sunlight drinketh dew . Before he mounts the hill , I know He cometh quickly : from below Sweet gales , as from deep ...
98. oldal
... d citadel , The crown of Troas . Hither came at noon Mournful Enone , wandering forlorn Of Paris , once her playmate on the hills . Her cheek had lost the rose , and round her neck Floated her hair or seem'd to float in rest . 98.
... d citadel , The crown of Troas . Hither came at noon Mournful Enone , wandering forlorn Of Paris , once her playmate on the hills . Her cheek had lost the rose , and round her neck Floated her hair or seem'd to float in rest . 98.
119. oldal
... once more like some sick man declined , And trusted any cure . But over these she trod : and those great bells Began to chime . She took her throne : She sat betwixt the shining Oriels , To sing her songs alone . And thro ' the topmost ...
... once more like some sick man declined , And trusted any cure . But over these she trod : and those great bells Began to chime . She took her throne : She sat betwixt the shining Oriels , To sing her songs alone . And thro ' the topmost ...
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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 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
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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.