PoemsE. Moxon, 1843 |
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11. oldal
... night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her without hope of change , In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn , Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About MARIANA . 11.
... night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her without hope of change , In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn , Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About MARIANA . 11.
14. oldal
... hour When the thick - moted sunbeam lay Athwart the chambers , and the day Was sloping toward his western bower . Then said she , " I am very dreary , He will not come , " she said ; She wept , " I am aweary , aweary , Oh God , that I ...
... hour When the thick - moted sunbeam lay Athwart the chambers , and the day Was sloping toward his western bower . Then said she , " I am very dreary , He will not come , " she said ; She wept , " I am aweary , aweary , Oh God , that I ...
37. oldal
... to live alone , Methinks were better than to own A crown , a sceptre , and a throne . O strengthen me , enlighten me ! I faint in this obscurity , Thou dewy dawn of memory . SONG . I. A SPIRIT haunts the year's last hours ODE TO MEMORY .
... to live alone , Methinks were better than to own A crown , a sceptre , and a throne . O strengthen me , enlighten me ! I faint in this obscurity , Thou dewy dawn of memory . SONG . I. A SPIRIT haunts the year's last hours ODE TO MEMORY .
38. oldal
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. SONG . I. A SPIRIT haunts the year's last hours Dwelling amid these yellowing bowers : To himself he talks ; For at eventide , listening earnestly , At his work you may hear him sob and sigh In the walks ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. SONG . I. A SPIRIT haunts the year's last hours Dwelling amid these yellowing bowers : To himself he talks ; For at eventide , listening earnestly , At his work you may hear him sob and sigh In the walks ...
39. oldal
... hour before death ; My very heart faints and my whole 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 ...
... hour before death ; My very heart faints and my whole 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 ...
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