PoemsE. Moxon, 1850 - 374 oldal |
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13. oldal
... Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor martyr - flames , nor trenchant swords Can do away that ancient lie ; A gentler death shall Falsehood die , Shot thro ' and thro ' with cunning words . Weak Truth a ...
... Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor martyr - flames , nor trenchant swords Can do away that ancient lie ; A gentler death shall Falsehood die , Shot thro ' and thro ' with cunning words . Weak Truth a ...
14. oldal
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Weak Truth a - leaning on her crutch , Wan , wasted Truth in her utmost need , Thy kingly intellect shall feed , And Until she be an athlete bold , weary with a finger's touch Those writhed limbs of ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Weak Truth a - leaning on her crutch , Wan , wasted Truth in her utmost need , Thy kingly intellect shall feed , And Until she be an athlete bold , weary with a finger's touch Those writhed limbs of ...
39. oldal
... truth , To throng with stately blooms the breathing spring Of Hope and Youth . So many minds did gird their orbs with beams , Though one did fling the fire . Heaven flow'd upon the soul in many dreams Of high desire . Thus truth was ...
... truth , To throng with stately blooms the breathing spring Of Hope and Youth . So many minds did gird their orbs with beams , Though one did fling the fire . Heaven flow'd upon the soul in many dreams Of high desire . Thus truth was ...
90. oldal
... truth You must blame Love . His early rage Had force to make me rhyme in youth , And makes me talk too much in age . And now those vivid hours are gone , Like mine own life to me thou art , Where Past and Present , wound in one , Do ...
... truth You must blame Love . His early rage Had force to make me rhyme in youth , And makes me talk too much in age . And now those vivid hours are gone , Like mine own life to me thou art , Where Past and Present , wound in one , Do ...
114. oldal
... truth design'd . * Or the maid - mother by a crucifix , In tracts of pasture sunny - warm , Beneath branch - work of costly sardonyx Sat smiling , babe in arm . Or in a clear - wall'd city on the sea , Near gilded organ - pipes , her ...
... truth design'd . * Or the maid - mother by a crucifix , In tracts of pasture sunny - warm , Beneath branch - work of costly sardonyx Sat smiling , babe in arm . Or in a clear - wall'd city on the sea , Near gilded organ - pipes , her ...
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answer'd beneath blow breast breath brow Camelot CHARLES LAMB cheek cloth cloud dark Dear mother Ida death deep dipt Dora dream earth EDWARD MOXON Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face faint fair fall floating flowers folds golden prime grave gray green hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hour King King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady Clare Lady of Shalott land last embrace Let them rave light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord measured words mermen mind moon morn morocco never night o'er Oriana POEMS Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stars stept summer sweet tears thee thine things thought thro turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice volume 8vo weary weep wild wind
Népszerű szakaszok
11. oldal - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
147. oldal - We have had enough of action, and of motion we, Roll'd to starboard, roll'd to larboard, when the surge was seething free. Where the wallowing monster spouted his foam-fountains in the sea. Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
141. oldal - A land where all things always seem'd the same ! And round about the keel with faces pale, Dark faces pale against that rosy flame, The mild-eyed melancholy Lotos-eaters came.
17. oldal - And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits. When merry milkmaids click the latch, And rarely smells the new-mown hay, And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay, Twice or thrice his roundelay : Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
267. oldal - Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung. And I said, " My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.
192. oldal - Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere: 'The sequel of to-day unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights Whereof this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep - the men I loved. I think that we Shall...
263. oldal - I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
200. oldal - So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume...
277. oldal - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
100. oldal - Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. It was the deep midnoon : one silvery cloud Had lost his way between the piney sides Of this long glen. Then to the bower they came, Naked they came to that smooth-swarded bower, And at their feet the crocus brake like fire, Violet, amaracus, and asphodel, Lotos and lilies : and a wind arose, And overhead the wandering ivy and vine, This way and that, in many a wild festoon Ran riot, garlanding the gnarled boughs With bunch and berry and flower thro