PoemsEdward Moxon & Company, 1858 - 379 стор. |
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... cunning - simple , From beneath her gather'd wimple Glancing with black - beaded eyes , Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby - roses in her cheeks ; . Then away she flies . 3 . Prythee weep , May Lilian ! Gaiety without 5 LILIAN.
... cunning - simple , From beneath her gather'd wimple Glancing with black - beaded eyes , Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby - roses in her cheeks ; . Then away she flies . 3 . Prythee weep , May Lilian ! Gaiety without 5 LILIAN.
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... And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay , Twice or thrice his roundelay ; Alone and warming his five wits , The white owl in the belfry sits . SECOND SONG . TO THE SAME . 1 . THY 17 SONG THE OWL.
... And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay , Twice or thrice his roundelay ; Alone and warming his five wits , The white owl in the belfry sits . SECOND SONG . TO THE SAME . 1 . THY 17 SONG THE OWL.
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... night I enter'd , from the clearer light , Imbower'd vaults of pillar'd palm , Imprisoning sweets , which , as they clomb Heavenward , were stay'd beneath the dome Of hollow boughs . - A goodly time , For 20 20 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... night I enter'd , from the clearer light , Imbower'd vaults of pillar'd palm , Imprisoning sweets , which , as they clomb Heavenward , were stay'd beneath the dome Of hollow boughs . - A goodly time , For 20 20 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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... beneath the prow . A goodly place , a goodly time , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . Above thro ' many a bowery turn A walk with vary - colour'd shells Wander'd engrain'd . On either side All round about the ...
... beneath the prow . A goodly place , a goodly time , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . Above thro ' many a bowery turn A walk with vary - colour'd shells Wander'd engrain'd . On either side All round about the ...
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... ebony , In many a dark delicious curl , Flowing beneath her rose - hued zone ; The sweetest lady of the time , Well worthy of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . Six columns , three on either side , Pure silver 24 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... ebony , In many a dark delicious curl , Flowing beneath her rose - hued zone ; The sweetest lady of the time , Well worthy of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . Six columns , three on either side , Pure silver 24 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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answer'd Aroer beneath blow breath brow Camelot cheek cloud dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep dipt door Dora dreams earth EDWIN MORRIS Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face faint fair fall floating flowers folds gold dagger golden prime grave green hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hour King King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady of Shalott land last embrace Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord measured words mind moon morn move never night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro scorn seem'd shadow silver SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stars stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro turn'd unto voice weary weep wild wind words yonder
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Сторінка 11 - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Сторінка 189 - To whom replied King Arthur, faint and pale: "Thou hast...
Сторінка 275 - I triumph'd, ere my passion sweeping thro' me left me dry, Left me with the palsied heart, and left me with the jaundiced eye ; Eye, to which all order festers, all things here are out of joint, Science moves, but slowly slowly, creeping on from point to point : Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, creeping nigher, Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowly-dying fire. Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the...
Сторінка 263 - Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die.
Сторінка 263 - Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Сторінка 66 - The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights, And music, went to Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed: 'I am half sick of shadows,
Сторінка 171 - It is the land that freemen till, That sober-suited Freedom chose. The land, where girt with friends or foes A man may speak the thing he will ; A land of settled government, A land of just and old renown, Where Freedom broadens slowly down From precedent to precedent...
Сторінка 192 - For thou, the latest-left of all my knights, In whom should meet the offices of all, Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence: But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.
Сторінка 114 - With shadow-streaks of rain. And one, the reapers at their sultry toil. In front they bound the sheaves. Behind Were realms of upland, prodigal in oil, And hoary to the wind.
Сторінка 191 - King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake. Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills.