PoemsF.S. Ellis, 1871 - 282 стор. |
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... Murmuring o'er the fragrant bed , — Ah ! and if my spirit's queen Smile those alien words between , — Ah ! poor shade ! Shall it strive , or fade unseen ? How should love's own messenger Strive with love and be LOVE'S NOCTURN . 13.
... Murmuring o'er the fragrant bed , — Ah ! and if my spirit's queen Smile those alien words between , — Ah ! poor shade ! Shall it strive , or fade unseen ? How should love's own messenger Strive with love and be LOVE'S NOCTURN . 13.
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... poor god , within this hall Where the blank windows blind the wall From pedestal to pedestal , The kind of light shall on thee fall Which London takes the day to be : While school - foundations in the act Of holiday , three files ...
... poor god , within this hall Where the blank windows blind the wall From pedestal to pedestal , The kind of light shall on thee fall Which London takes the day to be : While school - foundations in the act Of holiday , three files ...
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... poor ; And , finding the fixed terms endure Of day and night which never brought Sounds of His coming chariot , Wouldst lift through cloud - waste unexplor'd Those eyes which said , ' How long , O Lord ? ' Then that disciple whom He ...
... poor ; And , finding the fixed terms endure Of day and night which never brought Sounds of His coming chariot , Wouldst lift through cloud - waste unexplor'd Those eyes which said , ' How long , O Lord ? ' Then that disciple whom He ...
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... poor eyes blindfold , why the wings And why the arrow . What I knew I told Of Venus and of Cupid , ―strange old tales . And when she heard that he could rule the loves Of men and women , still she shook her head And wondered ; and ...
... poor eyes blindfold , why the wings And why the arrow . What I knew I told Of Venus and of Cupid , ―strange old tales . And when she heard that he could rule the loves Of men and women , still she shook her head And wondered ; and ...
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... poor good Love You gave me . ' So she cried herself to sleep . Another later thing comes back to me . Twas in those hardest foulest days of all , When still from his shut palace , sitting clean Above the splash of blood , old Metternich ...
... poor good Love You gave me . ' So she cried herself to sleep . Another later thing comes back to me . Twas in those hardest foulest days of all , When still from his shut palace , sitting clean Above the splash of blood , old Metternich ...
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Adam beneath blood boughs bower bower's in flower breast breath brow burning cheek Dante Dante's dark dead dear death doth dreams earth echoes Eden bower's eyes face fair Father feet flame Florence gaze God's golden grace hair hand haply hath hear heard heart heart's desire Hell and Heaven hour Jenny John of Tours kiss knee knew lady laughed leaned light Lilith lips Little brother look Lord Sands Love's Mary Mother moan mouth night Nineveh o'er once peace prayed prayer pre-Raphaelites rose round secret shade shadow shook sighs silence sing Sister Helen sleep smile song SONNET soul speak stood stooped sweet Tall Troy's tears tell teraphim thee thine things thou thought to-day to-night told tongue tree Troy Town Troy's on fire turned Unto voice wandering weep whispering wind wings woman words
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Сторінка 166 - I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death; a land of darkness, as darkness itself, and of the shadow of death, without any order and where the light is as darkness.
Сторінка 6 - Herself shall bring us, hand in hand, To Him round whom all souls Kneel, the clear-ranged unnumbered heads Bowed with their aureoles; And angels meeting us shall sing To their citherns and citoles.
Сторінка 2 - The wonder was not yet quite gone From that still look of hers ; Albeit, to them she left, her day Had counted as ten years.
Сторінка 173 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Сторінка 4 - Her gaze still strove Within the gulf to pierce Its path; and now she spoke as when The stars sang in their spheres. The sun was gone now; the curled moon Was like a little feather Fluttering far down the gulf; and now She spoke through the still weather. Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together.
Сторінка 7 - There will I ask of Christ the Lord Thus much for him and me:— Only to live as once on earth With Love,— only to be, As then awhile, for ever now Together, I and he.' She gazed and listened and then said, Less sad of speech than mild,— 'All this is when he comes.
Сторінка 6 - will seek the groves Where the lady Mary is, With her five handmaidens, whose names Are five sweet symphonies, Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen, Margaret and Rosalys.
Сторінка 4 - I wish that he were come to me, For he will come,' she said. 'Have I not prayed in Heaven? - on earth, Lord, Lord, has he not pray'd?
Сторінка 144 - See, see, the wax has dropped from its place, Sister Helen, And the flames are winning up apace !" "Yet here they burn but for a space. Little brother!" (O Mother, Mary Mother, Here for a space, between Hell and Heaven .') "Ah ! what white thing at the door has cross'd ? Sister Helen? Ah! what is this that sighs in the frost?" "A soul that's lost as mine is lost, Little brother!
Сторінка 176 - And where, I pray you, is the Queen Who willed that Buridan should steer Sewed in a sack's mouth down the Seine ?But where are the snows of yesteryear ? White Queen Blanche, like a queen of lilies, With a voice like any mermaiden, — Bertha Broadfoot, Beatrice, Alice, And Ermengarde the lady of Maine, — And that good Joan whom Englishmen At Rouen doomed and burned her there, — Mother of God, where are they then? — But where are the snows of yesteryear...