The Defence of Guenevere, and Other PoemsEllis & White, 1875 - 248 стор. |
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Alice arms Beata mea Domina belle blind blood blue body bring Christ comes corn dead dear dream eyes face faint fair fall fear feet fell fight flowers Galahad give glad gold golden gone green grew grey grow Guendolen Guenevere hair half hand hang hard head hear heard heart heaven held hold Jehane John JOHN CURZON keep kind king kiss knight lady land Launcelot leave light lips live look Lord meet moon move never once pale pass poor pray Rapunzel ride rode rose round scarce scarlet side sing SIR LAMBERT SIR PETER speak spears stand stone stood strange sweet sword talk tears tell things thou art thought tower true turn'd walls weep wind wood wrong yellow
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Сторінка 220 - O Jehane ! though I love you well,' Said Godmar, 'would I fail to tell All that I know?' 'Foul lies,' she said. 'Eh? lies, my Jehane? by God's head, At Paris folks would deem them true ! Do you know, Jehane, they cry for you: "Jehane the brown ! Jehane the brown ! Give us Jehane to burn or drown...
Сторінка 246 - SUMMER DAWN. PRAY but one prayer for me 'twixt thy closed lips, Think but one thought of me up in the stars. The summer night waneth, the morning light slips, Faint and grey 'twixt the leaves of the aspen, betwixt the cloud-bars, That are patiently waiting there for the dawn : Patient and colourless, though Heaven's gold Waits to float through them along with the sun. Far out in the meadows, above the young corn, The heavy elms wait...
Сторінка 215 - 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 2 - O knights and lords, it seems but little skill To talk of well-known things past now and dead. "God wot I ought to say, I have done ill, And pray you all forgiveness heartily! Because you must be right, such great...
Сторінка 13 - And fast leapt caitiff's sword, until my knight Sudden threw up his sword to his left hand, Caught it, and swung it ; that was all the fight. ' Except a spout of blood on the hot land ; For it was hottest summer ; and I know I wonder'd how the fire, while I should stand, ' And burn, against the heat, would quiver so, Yards above my head ; thus these matters went ; Which things were only warnings of the woe
Сторінка 196 - Louise, kneel down," he said, And sprinkled the dusty snow over my head. He watch'd the snow melting, it ran through my hair, Ran over my shoulders, white shoulders and bare. " I cannot weep for thee, poor love Louise, For my tears are all hidden deep under the seas ;
Сторінка 164 - But I met Sir John of the Fen Long ago on a summer day, And am glad to think of the moment when I took his life away.
Сторінка 7 - Sweat of the forehead, dryness of the lips, Washed utterly out by the dear waves o'ercast, "In the lone sea, far off from any ships! Do I not know now of a day in Spring ? No minute of that wild day ever slips...
Сторінка 166 - And the golden girdle round my sweet — Ah ! qu'elle est belle La Marguerite. Ah me ! I have never touch'd her hand ; When the arriere-ban goes through the land, Six basnets under my pennon stand ; — Ah ! qitelle est belle La Marguerite. And many an one grins under his hood : " Sir Lambert de Bois, with all his men good, Has neither food nor firewood...
Сторінка 160 - My hand was steady too, to take My axe from round my neck, and break John's steel-coat up for my love's sake. Hah! hah! la belle jaune giroflee.