PoemsE. Moxon, 1850 - 374 стор. |
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... mother Ida , many - fountain'd Ida , Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . For now the noonday quiet holds the hill : The grasshopper is silent in the grass : The lizard , with his shadow on the stone , Rests like a shadow , and the ...
... mother Ida , many - fountain'd Ida , Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . For now the noonday quiet holds the hill : The grasshopper is silent in the grass : The lizard , with his shadow on the stone , Rests like a shadow , and the ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. " O mother Ida , many - fountain'd Ida , Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . I waited underneath the dawning hills , Aloft the mountain lawn was dewy - dark , And dewy - dark aloft the mountain pine ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. " O mother Ida , many - fountain'd Ida , Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . I waited underneath the dawning hills , Aloft the mountain lawn was dewy - dark , And dewy - dark aloft the mountain pine ...
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... Ida , loveliest in all grace Of movement , and the charm of married brows . ' " Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . He prest the blossom of his lips to mine , And added This was cast upon the board , When all the full - faced presence ...
... Ida , loveliest in all grace Of movement , and the charm of married brows . ' " Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . He prest the blossom of his lips to mine , And added This was cast upon the board , When all the full - faced presence ...
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... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . She ceased , and Paris held the costly fruit Out at arm's - length , so much the thought of power Flatter'd his spirit ; but Pallas where she stood Somewhat apart , her clear and bared limbs O ...
... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . She ceased , and Paris held the costly fruit Out at arm's - length , so much the thought of power Flatter'd his spirit ; but Pallas where she stood Somewhat apart , her clear and bared limbs O ...
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... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . Again she said : ' I woo thee not with gifts . Sequel of guerdon could not alter me To fairer . Judge thou me by what I am , So shalt thou find me fairest . If gazing on divinity disrobed Yet ...
... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . Again she said : ' I woo thee not with gifts . Sequel of guerdon could not alter me To fairer . Judge thou me by what I am , So shalt thou find me fairest . If gazing on divinity disrobed Yet ...
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answer'd beneath blow breast breath brow Camelot CHARLES LAMB cheek cloth cloud dark Dear mother Ida death deep dipt Dora dream earth EDWARD MOXON Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face faint fair fall floating flowers folds golden prime grave gray green hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hour King King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady Clare Lady of Shalott land last embrace Let them rave light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord measured words mermen mind moon morn morocco never night o'er Oriana POEMS Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stars stept summer sweet tears thee thine things thought thro turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice volume 8vo weary weep wild wind
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Сторінка 11 - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Сторінка 147 - We have had enough of action, and of motion we, Roll'd to starboard, roll'd to larboard, when the surge was seething free. Where the wallowing monster spouted his foam-fountains in the sea. Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
Сторінка 141 - A land where all things always seem'd the same ! And round about the keel with faces pale, Dark faces pale against that rosy flame, The mild-eyed melancholy Lotos-eaters came.
Сторінка 17 - And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits. When merry milkmaids click the latch, And rarely smells the new-mown hay, 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.
Сторінка 267 - Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung. And I said, " My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.
Сторінка 192 - Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere: 'The sequel of to-day unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights Whereof this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep - the men I loved. I think that we Shall...
Сторінка 263 - I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Сторінка 200 - So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume...
Сторінка 277 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Сторінка 100 - Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. It was the deep midnoon : one silvery cloud Had lost his way between the piney sides Of this long glen. Then to the bower they came, Naked they came to that smooth-swarded bower, And at their feet the crocus brake like fire, Violet, amaracus, and asphodel, Lotos and lilies : and a wind arose, And overhead the wandering ivy and vine, This way and that, in many a wild festoon Ran riot, garlanding the gnarled boughs With bunch and berry and flower thro