Poems, 74. kiadásStrahan, 1872 - 379 oldal |
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ix. oldal
... 13 15 • 17 • 18 RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS 19 ODE TO MEMORY SONG 26 31 ADELINE A CHARACTER 33 36 THE POET • 38 THE POET'S MIND 41 THE SEA - FAIRIES . 43 THE DESERTED HOUSE · · 45 1882 THE DYING SWAN A DIRGE LOVE AND DEATH THE.
... 13 15 • 17 • 18 RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS 19 ODE TO MEMORY SONG 26 31 ADELINE A CHARACTER 33 36 THE POET • 38 THE POET'S MIND 41 THE SEA - FAIRIES . 43 THE DESERTED HOUSE · · 45 1882 THE DYING SWAN A DIRGE LOVE AND DEATH THE.
10. oldal
... night is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! " Upon the middle of the night , Waking she heard the night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark ...
... night is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! " Upon the middle of the night , Waking she heard the night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark ...
11. oldal
... night is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! " All day within the dreamy house , The doors upon their hinges creak'd ; The blue fly sung in the pane ; the mouse Behind the ...
... night is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! " All day within the dreamy house , The doors upon their hinges creak'd ; The blue fly sung in the pane ; the mouse Behind the ...
14. oldal
... of old , Until the breaking of the light , Wrestled with wandering Israel , Past Yabbok brook the livelong night , And heaven's mazed signs stood still In the dim tract of Penuel . MADELINE . 1 . THOU art not steep'd in golden 14 ΤΟ.
... of old , Until the breaking of the light , Wrestled with wandering Israel , Past Yabbok brook the livelong night , And heaven's mazed signs stood still In the dim tract of Penuel . MADELINE . 1 . THOU art not steep'd in golden 14 ΤΟ.
18. oldal
... , Thee to woo to thy tuwhit , Thee to woo to thy tuwhit , With a lengthen❜d loud halloo , Tuwhoo , tuwhit , tuwhit , tuwhoo - o - o . RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS . WHEN the breeze of 18 SECOND SONG -TO THE SAME.
... , Thee to woo to thy tuwhit , Thee to woo to thy tuwhit , With a lengthen❜d loud halloo , Tuwhoo , tuwhit , tuwhit , tuwhoo - o - o . RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS . WHEN the breeze of 18 SECOND SONG -TO THE SAME.
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answer'd beneath blow bold Sir Bedivere breast breath brow Camelot cheek child cloud dark death deep dipt door Dora dream earth EDWIN MORRIS English natures Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall flowers flying steps folds garden golden prime goose grave green hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knew Lady of Shalott land Let them rave light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord men I loved mind moon morn never night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow SIMEON STYLITES sing sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake speak spirit star stept stood summer sweet tables danced tears thee thine things thou art thought thro turn'd unto voice weary wild wind words
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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.