The Poems of William MorrisT. Y. Crowell, 1904 - 360 стор. |
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Сторінка 354 - FORGET six counties overhung with smoke, Forget the snorting steam and piston stroke, Forget the spreading of the hideous town; Think rather of the pack-horse on the down, And dream of London, small, and white, and clean, The clear Thames bordered by its gardens green...
Сторінка 334 - And what wealth then shall be left us, when none shall gather gold To buy his friend in the market, and pinch and pine the sold ? Nay, what save the lovely city, and the little house on the hill, And the wastes and the woodland beauty, and the happy fields we till ; And the homes of ancient stories, the tombs of the mighty dead; And the wise men seeking out marvels, and the poet's teeming head; And the painter's hand of wonder, and the marvelous fiddle-bow, And the banded choirs of music: all those...
Сторінка 78 - And fell asleep : and while she slept, And did not dream, the minutes crept Round to the twelve again; but she, Being waked at last, sigh'd quietly, And strangely childlike came, and said: 'I will not.
Сторінка 106 - Folk say, a wizard to a northern king At Christmas-tide such wondrous things did show, That through one window men beheld the spring, And through another saw the summer glow, And through a third the fruited vines a-row, While still, unheard, but in its wonted way, • Piped the drear wind of that December day.
Сторінка 11 - To me in everything, come here to-night, Or else the hours will pass most dull and drear; "'If you come not, I fear this time I might Get thinking over much of times gone by, When I was young, and green hope was in sight: "'For no man cares now to know why I sigh; And no man comes to sing me pleasant songs, Nor any brings me the sweet flowers that lie "'So thick in the gardens; therefore one so longs To see you, Launcelot; that we may be Like children once again, free from all wrongs "'Just for one...
Сторінка 91 - I know a little garden close Set thick with lily and red rose, Where I would wander if I might From dewy dawn to dewy night, And have one with me wandering. "And though within it no birds sing, And though no pillared house is there, And though the apple boughs are bare Of fruit and blossom, would to God, Her feet upon the green grass trod, And I beheld them as before. "There comes a murmur from the shore...
Сторінка 7 - Came Launcelot walking; this is true, the kiss Wherewith we kissed in meeting that spring day, I scarce dare talk of the remember'd bliss, " When both our mouths went wandering in one way, And aching sorely, met among the leaves; Our hands being left behind strained far away.
Сторінка 75 - HAD she come all the way for this, To part at last without a kiss ? Yea, had she borne the dirt and rain That her own eyes might see him slain Beside the haystack in the floods...
Сторінка 77 - I cannot choose but sin and sin, Whatever happens : yet I think They could not make me eat or drink, And so should I just reach my rest.
Сторінка 7 - There, see you, where the soft still light yet lingers Round by the edges ; what should I have done, If this had joined with yellow spotted singers, "And startling green drawn upward by the sun? But shouting, loosed out, see now ! all my hair, And trancedly stood watching the west wind run "With faintest half-heard breathing sound: why there I lose my head e'en now in doing this...