PoemsHenry S. King, 1877 - 379 стор. |
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... THE SISTERS To- THE PALACE OF ART . LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE THE MAY QUEEN NEW YEAR'S EVE CONCLUSION THE LOTOS - EATERS CHORIC SONG A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN MARGARET THE BLACKBIRD 41 46 47 THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR To J. S. •
... THE SISTERS To- THE PALACE OF ART . LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE THE MAY QUEEN NEW YEAR'S EVE CONCLUSION THE LOTOS - EATERS CHORIC SONG A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN MARGARET THE BLACKBIRD 41 46 47 THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR To J. S. •
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... Fair ship that from the Italian shore " 291 " I found a wood with thorny boughs 304 66 Ring out , wild bells , to the wild sky " 316 " I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood " 324 " She came to the village church " 330 " Come ...
... Fair ship that from the Italian shore " 291 " I found a wood with thorny boughs 304 66 Ring out , wild bells , to the wild sky " 316 " I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood " 324 " She came to the village church " 330 " Come ...
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... Fair - fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor martyr - flames , nor trenchant swords Can do away that ancient lie ; A gentler death shall Falsehood die , Shot thro ' and thro ' with cunning words ...
... Fair - fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor martyr - flames , nor trenchant swords Can do away that ancient lie ; A gentler death shall Falsehood die , Shot thro ' and thro ' with cunning words ...
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... fair , Singing alone , Combing her hair Under the sea , In a golden curl With a comb of pearl , On a throne ? II . I would be a mermaid fair ; I would sing to myself the whole of the day ; With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair ; And ...
... fair , Singing alone , Combing her hair Under the sea , In a golden curl With a comb of pearl , On a throne ? II . I would be a mermaid fair ; I would sing to myself the whole of the day ; With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair ; And ...
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... fair , " would seem to award it thine , As lovelier than whatever Oread haunt The knolls of Ida , loveliest in all grace Of movement , and the charm of married brows . ' " Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . He prest the blossom of his ...
... fair , " would seem to award it thine , As lovelier than whatever Oread haunt The knolls of Ida , loveliest in all grace Of movement , and the charm of married brows . ' " Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . He prest the blossom of his ...
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Сторінка 257 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story ; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Сторінка 85 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Сторінка 300 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Сторінка 257 - Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky. They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul. And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes,...
Сторінка 79 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This...
Сторінка 237 - And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea. Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." 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, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. But when that moan had past for evermore, The stillness of...
Сторінка 300 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream: but what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.
Сторінка 53 - Excalibur, Which was my pride: for thou rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I...
Сторінка 236 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself : what comfort is in me ? I have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within himself make pure ! but thou, If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats...
Сторінка 113 - O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.