PoemsEdward Moxon, 1856 - 379 oldal |
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32. oldal
... soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves , And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath , And the year's last rose . Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the ...
... soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves , And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath , And the year's last rose . Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the ...
38. oldal
... soul . The marvel of the everlasting will , An open scroll , : Before him lay with echoing feet he threaded The secretest walks of fame : The viewless arrows of his thoughts were headed And wing'd with flame , Like Indian reeds blown ...
... soul . The marvel of the everlasting will , An open scroll , : Before him lay with echoing feet he threaded The secretest walks of fame : The viewless arrows of his thoughts were headed And wing'd with flame , Like Indian reeds blown ...
39. oldal
... soul in many dreams Of high desire . Thus truth was multiplied on truth , the world Like one great garden show'd , And thro ' the wreaths of floating dark upcurl'd , Rare sunrise flow'd . And Freedom rear'd in that august sunrise Her ...
... soul in many dreams Of high desire . Thus truth was multiplied on truth , the world Like one great garden show'd , And thro ' the wreaths of floating dark upcurl'd , Rare sunrise flow'd . And Freedom rear'd in that august sunrise Her ...
48. oldal
... soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow : at first to the ear The warble was low , and full and clear ; And floating about the under - sky , Prevailing in weakness , the coronach stole Sometimes afar , and sometimes anear ...
... soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow : at first to the ear The warble was low , and full and clear ; And floating about the under - sky , Prevailing in weakness , the coronach stole Sometimes afar , and sometimes anear ...
83. oldal
... soul and sense Of Passion gazing upon thee . His bow - string slacken'd , languid Love , Leaning his cheek upon his hand , Droops both his wings , regarding thee , And so would languish evermore , Serene , imperial Eleänore . 8 . But ...
... soul and sense Of Passion gazing upon thee . His bow - string slacken'd , languid Love , Leaning his cheek upon his hand , Droops both his wings , regarding thee , And so would languish evermore , Serene , imperial Eleänore . 8 . But ...
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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.