Poems: In Two Volumes, Том 2Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... woman's pleas- ure , woman's pain – Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a shal- lower brain : Woman is the lesser man , and all thy passions , matched with mine , Are as moonlight unto sunlight , and as water unto wine Here at ...
... woman's pleas- ure , woman's pain – Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a shal- lower brain : Woman is the lesser man , and all thy passions , matched with mine , Are as moonlight unto sunlight , and as water unto wine Here at ...
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... woman , she shall rear my dusky race . Iron - jointed , supple - sinewed , they shall dive , and they shall run , Catch the wild goat by the hair , and hurl their lances in the sun ; Whistle back the parrot's call , and leap the ...
... woman , she shall rear my dusky race . Iron - jointed , supple - sinewed , they shall dive , and they shall run , Catch the wild goat by the hair , and hurl their lances in the sun ; Whistle back the parrot's call , and leap the ...
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... woman of a thousand summers back , Godiva , wife to that grim Earl , who ruled In Coventry for when he laid a tax Upon his town , and all the mothers brought Their children , clamoring , " If we pay , we starve ! " She sought her lord ...
... woman of a thousand summers back , Godiva , wife to that grim Earl , who ruled In Coventry for when he laid a tax Upon his town , and all the mothers brought Their children , clamoring , " If we pay , we starve ! " She sought her lord ...
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... woman . I ranged too high what draws me down Into the common day ? Is it the weight of that half - crown , Which I shall have to pay ? For , something duller than at first , Nor wholly comfortable , I sit , ( my empty glass reversed ...
... woman . I ranged too high what draws me down Into the common day ? Is it the weight of that half - crown , Which I shall have to pay ? For , something duller than at first , Nor wholly comfortable , I sit , ( my empty glass reversed ...
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... woman's meekness To all duties of her rank : And a gentle consort made he , And her gentle mind was such That she grew a noble lady , And the people loved her much . But a trouble weighed upon her , And perplexed her , night and morn ...
... woman's meekness To all duties of her rank : And a gentle consort made he , And her gentle mind was such That she grew a noble lady , And the people loved her much . But a trouble weighed upon her , And perplexed her , night and morn ...
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Сторінка 444 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd ; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd ; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Сторінка 37 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands: Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Сторінка 32 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have...
Сторінка 32 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Сторінка 31 - 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.
Сторінка 365 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Сторінка 41 - Never, never,' whisper'd by the phantom years, And a song from out the distance in the ringing of thine ears; And an eye shall vex thee, looking ancient kindness on thy pain. Turn thee, turn thee on thy pillow; get thee to thy rest again. Nay, but Nature brings thee solace; for a tender voice will cry.
Сторінка 364 - The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree ; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake, As the pimpernel dozed on the lea ; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me : - The lilies and roses were all awake, They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Сторінка 46 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Сторінка 377 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee: Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us, What and where they be.