PoemsF.S. Ellis, 1871 - 282 стор. |
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... Winds her dizzy hair and sings . Thence the one dream mutually Dreamed in bridal unison , Less than waking ecstasy ; Half - formed visions that make moan In the house of birth alone ; And what we At death's wicket see , unknown . But ...
... Winds her dizzy hair and sings . Thence the one dream mutually Dreamed in bridal unison , Less than waking ecstasy ; Half - formed visions that make moan In the house of birth alone ; And what we At death's wicket see , unknown . But ...
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... windy stair , ( Darkness and the breath of space Like loud waters everywhere , ) Meeting mine own image there Face to ... wind's as one Shed an echo in the sun . Soft as Spring , Master , bid it sing and moan . Song shall tell how glad ...
... windy stair , ( Darkness and the breath of space Like loud waters everywhere , ) Meeting mine own image there Face to ... wind's as one Shed an echo in the sun . Soft as Spring , Master , bid it sing and moan . Song shall tell how glad ...
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... wind might not resort , — O'er which Time passed , of like import With the wild Arab boys at sport , — A living face looked in to see : — Oh seemed it not — the spell once broke- As though the carven warriors woke , As though the shaft ...
... wind might not resort , — O'er which Time passed , of like import With the wild Arab boys at sport , — A living face looked in to see : — Oh seemed it not — the spell once broke- As though the carven warriors woke , As though the shaft ...
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... wind the Salt Pools shook , And in those tracts , of life forsook , That knew thee not , O Nineveh ! Delicate harlot ! On thy throne Thou with a world beneath thee prone In state for ages sat'st alone ; And needs were years and lustres ...
... wind the Salt Pools shook , And in those tracts , of life forsook , That knew thee not , O Nineveh ! Delicate harlot ! On thy throne Thou with a world beneath thee prone In state for ages sat'st alone ; And needs were years and lustres ...
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... wind's slow sway Had waxed ; and like the human play Of scorn that smiling spreads away , The sunshine shivered off the day : The callous wind , it seemed to me , Swept up the shadow from the ground : And pale as whom the Fates astound ...
... wind's slow sway Had waxed ; and like the human play Of scorn that smiling spreads away , The sunshine shivered off the day : The callous wind , it seemed to me , Swept up the shadow from the ground : And pale as whom the Fates astound ...
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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...