PoemsEdward Moxon, 1856 - 379 oldal |
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vi. oldal
... till the latest day ! May children of our children say , ' She wrought her people lasting good ; Her court was pure ; her life serene ; God gave her peace ; her land reposed A thousand claims to reverence closed In her as Mother , Wife ...
... till the latest day ! May children of our children say , ' She wrought her people lasting good ; Her court was pure ; her life serene ; God gave her peace ; her land reposed A thousand claims to reverence closed In her as Mother , Wife ...
5. oldal
... , so cunning - simple , From beneath her gather'd wimple Glancing with black - beaded eyes , Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby - roses in her cheeks ; Then away she flies . 3 . Prythee weep , May Lilian ! Gaiety without 5 LILIAN.
... , so cunning - simple , From beneath her gather'd wimple Glancing with black - beaded eyes , Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby - roses in her cheeks ; Then away she flies . 3 . Prythee weep , May Lilian ! Gaiety without 5 LILIAN.
8. oldal
... Till in its onward current it absorbs With swifter movement and in purer light The vexed eddies of its wayward brother : A leaning and upbearing parasite , Clothing the stem , which else had fallen quite , With cluster'd flower - bells ...
... Till in its onward current it absorbs With swifter movement and in purer light The vexed eddies of its wayward brother : A leaning and upbearing parasite , Clothing the stem , which else had fallen quite , With cluster'd flower - bells ...
10. oldal
... Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely moated grange . She only said , " The day is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , “ I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! " About a stone - cast from the ...
... Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely moated grange . She only said , " The day is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , “ I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! " About a stone - cast from the ...
24. oldal
... till there seem'd Hundreds of crescents on the roof Of night new - risen , that marvellous time , To celebrate the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . Then stole I up , and trancedly Gazed on the Persian girl alone , Serene with ...
... till there seem'd Hundreds of crescents on the roof Of night new - risen , that marvellous time , To celebrate the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . Then stole I up , and trancedly Gazed on the Persian girl alone , Serene with ...
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beneath blow born break breath brow cheek child close cloud cold comes dark dead dear death deep door dream earth eyes face fair fall fear field fire flowers folds golden grave green grow half hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hold hope hour King kiss knew Lady land leave light lips live look Lord memory mind moon morn mother move never night o'er once Oriana pass Queen rest rise rose round seem'd shadow side sing sitting sleep slowly smile song soul sound speak spirit stars stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro till took tree truth turn unto voice 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.