Poems, 74. kiadásStrahan, 1872 - 379 oldal |
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42. oldal
... sings a song of undying love ; And yet , tho ' its voice be so clear and full , You never would hear it ; your ears are so dull ; So keep where you are : you are foul with sin ; It would shrink to the earth if you came in . THE SEA ...
... sings a song of undying love ; And yet , tho ' its voice be so clear and full , You never would hear it ; your ears are so dull ; So keep where you are : you are foul with sin ; It would shrink to the earth if you came in . THE SEA ...
44. oldal
... sing to you all the day : Mariner , mariner , furl your sails , For here are the blissful downs and dales , And merrily merrily carol the gales , And the spangle dances in bight and bay , And the rainbow forms and flies on the land Over ...
... sing to you all the day : Mariner , mariner , furl your sails , For here are the blissful downs and dales , And merrily merrily carol the gales , And the spangle dances in bight and bay , And the rainbow forms and flies on the land Over ...
58. oldal
... Singing alone Under the sea , With a crown of gold , On a throne ? 2 . I would be a merman bold ; I would sit and sing the whole of the day ; I would fill the sea - halls with a voice of power ; But at night I would roam abroad and play ...
... Singing alone Under the sea , With a crown of gold , On a throne ? 2 . I would be a merman bold ; I would sit and sing the whole of the day ; I would fill the sea - halls with a voice of power ; But at night I would roam abroad and play ...
60. oldal
... Singing alone , Combing her hair Under the sea , In a golden curl With a comb of pearl , On a throne ? 2 . I would be a ... sing and say , " Who is it loves me ? who loves not me ? " I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall Low ...
... Singing alone , Combing her hair Under the sea , In a golden curl With a comb of pearl , On a throne ? 2 . I would be a ... sing and say , " Who is it loves me ? who loves not me ? " I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall Low ...
71. oldal
... singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly , chanted lowly , Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were darken'd wholly , Turn'd to tower'd Camelot . For ere she reach'd upon ...
... singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly , chanted lowly , Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were darken'd wholly , Turn'd to tower'd Camelot . For ere she reach'd upon ...
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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.