Poems, 74. kiadásStrahan, 1872 - 379 oldal |
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vi. oldal
... Mother , Wife , and Queen ; ' And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons when to take Occasion by the hand , and make The bounds of freedom wider yet ' By shaping some august decree , Which kept her vi TO THE QUEEN .
... Mother , Wife , and Queen ; ' And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons when to take Occasion by the hand , and make The bounds of freedom wider yet ' By shaping some august decree , Which kept her vi TO THE QUEEN .
39. oldal
... mother plant in semblance , grew A flower all gold , And bravely furnish'd all abroad to fling The winged shafts of truth , To throng with stately blooms the breathing spring Of Hope and Youth . So many minds did gird their orbs with ...
... mother plant in semblance , grew A flower all gold , And bravely furnish'd all abroad to fling The winged shafts of truth , To throng with stately blooms the breathing spring Of Hope and Youth . So many minds did gird their orbs with ...
74. oldal
... Mother , give me grace To help me of my weary load . " And on the liquid mirror glow'd The clear perfection of her face . " Is this the form , " she made her moan , " That won his praises night and morn ? " And " Ah , " she said , " but ...
... Mother , give me grace To help me of my weary load . " And on the liquid mirror glow'd The clear perfection of her face . " Is this the form , " she made her moan , " That won his praises night and morn ? " And " Ah , " she said , " but ...
75. oldal
... Mother , let me not here alone Live forgotten and die forlorn . " And , rising , from her bosom drew Old letters , breathing of her worth , For " Love , " they said , " must needs be true . To what is loveliest upon earth . " An image ...
... Mother , let me not here alone Live forgotten and die forlorn . " And , rising , from her bosom drew Old letters , breathing of her worth , For " Love , " they said , " must needs be true . To what is loveliest upon earth . " An image ...
89. oldal
... mother thought , What ails the boy ? For I was alter'd , and began To move about the house with joy , And with the certain step of man . I loved the brimming wave that swam Thro ' quiet meadows round the mill , The sleepy pool above the ...
... mother thought , What ails the boy ? For I was alter'd , and began To move about the house with joy , And with the certain step of man . I loved the brimming wave that swam Thro ' quiet meadows round the mill , The sleepy pool above the ...
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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 faint 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 of Shalott land last embrace Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord measured words mermen mind moon morn never night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow shining SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake speak spirit star stept summer sweet Sweet Emma tears thee thine things thou art thought thro turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice weary weep wild wind words
Népszerű szakaszok
269. 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.
11. oldal - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
263. oldal - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea: I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honor'd of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. 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.
9. oldal - The broken sheds look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He cometh not...
196. oldal - The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
198. oldal - But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou see'st — if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) — To the island-valley of Avilion ; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
142. oldal - he said, and pointed toward the land, " This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." 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.
265. oldal - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices.
66. oldal - Skimming down to Camelot : But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to tower'd Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers, "Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott.
194. oldal - For thou, the latest-left of all my knights, In whom should meet the offices of all, Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence: But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.