PoemsE. Moxon, 1850 - 374 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 28 találatból.
28. oldal
... Unto mine inner eye , Divinest memory ! Thou wert not nursed by the waterfall Which ever sounds and shines A pillar of white light upon the wall Of purple cliffs , aloof descried : gray Come from the woods that belt the The seven elms ...
... Unto mine inner eye , Divinest memory ! Thou wert not nursed by the waterfall Which ever sounds and shines A pillar of white light upon the wall Of purple cliffs , aloof descried : gray Come from the woods that belt the The seven elms ...
29. oldal
... Unto the dwelling she must sway . Well hast thou done , great artist Memory , In setting round thy first experiment With royal frame - work of wrought gold ; Needs must thou dearly love thy first essay , And foremost in thy various ...
... Unto the dwelling she must sway . Well hast thou done , great artist Memory , In setting round thy first experiment With royal frame - work of wrought gold ; Needs must thou dearly love thy first essay , And foremost in thy various ...
37. oldal
... unto himself he sold : Upon himself himself did feed : Quiet , dispassionate , and cold , And other than his form of creed , With chisell'd features clear and sleek . THE POET . THE poet in a golden clime was A CHARACTER . 37.
... unto himself he sold : Upon himself himself did feed : Quiet , dispassionate , and cold , And other than his form of creed , With chisell'd features clear and sleek . THE POET . THE poet in a golden clime was A CHARACTER . 37.
38. oldal
... And wing'd with flame , Like Indian reeds blown from his silver tongue , And of so fierce a flight , From Calpe unto Caucasus they sung , Filling with light And vagrant melodies the winds which bore Them earthward till 338 THE POET.
... And wing'd with flame , Like Indian reeds blown from his silver tongue , And of so fierce a flight , From Calpe unto Caucasus they sung , Filling with light And vagrant melodies the winds which bore Them earthward till 338 THE POET.
54. oldal
... unto my eyes , Oriana . Within thy heart my arrow lies , Oriana . Oh cursed hand ! oh cursed blow ! Oriana ! Oh happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary ...
... unto my eyes , Oriana . Within thy heart my arrow lies , Oriana . Oh cursed hand ! oh cursed blow ! Oriana ! Oh happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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