Poems, Svazek 2Edward Moxon, 1846 - Počet stran: 235 |
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Strana 13
... head upon her lap , And loosed the shatter'd casque , and chafed his hands , And call'd him by his name , complaining loud , And dropping bitter tears against his brow Striped with dark blood : for all his face was white And colourless ...
... head upon her lap , And loosed the shatter'd casque , and chafed his hands , And call'd him by his name , complaining loud , And dropping bitter tears against his brow Striped with dark blood : for all his face was white And colourless ...
Strana 23
... head to heel . And now , As though ' twere yesterday , as though it were The hour just flown , that morn with all its sound , ( For those old Mays had thrice the life of these , ) Rings in mine ears . The steer forgot to graze , And ...
... head to heel . And now , As though ' twere yesterday , as though it were The hour just flown , that morn with all its sound , ( For those old Mays had thrice the life of these , ) Rings in mine ears . The steer forgot to graze , And ...
Strana 38
... head , Remembering the day when first she came , And all the things that had been . She bow'd down And wept in secret ; and the reapers reap'd , And the sun fell , and all the land was dark . Then Dora went to Mary's house , and stood ...
... head , Remembering the day when first she came , And all the things that had been . She bow'd down And wept in secret ; and the reapers reap'd , And the sun fell , and all the land was dark . Then Dora went to Mary's house , and stood ...
Strana 47
... A quarter to . John . Whose house is that I see Beyond the watermills ? James . Sir Edward Head's : But he's abroad : the place is to be sold . John . Oh , his . He was not broken . James . No , sir , he , Vex'd with WALKING TO THE MAIL.
... A quarter to . John . Whose house is that I see Beyond the watermills ? James . Sir Edward Head's : But he's abroad : the place is to be sold . John . Oh , his . He was not broken . James . No , sir , he , Vex'd with WALKING TO THE MAIL.
Strana 49
... heads and home again . ” John . He left his wife behind : for so I heard . James . He left her , yes . I met my lady once : A woman like a butt , and harsh as crabs . John . Oh yet but I remember , ten years back ' Tis now at least ten ...
... heads and home again . ” John . He left his wife behind : for so I heard . James . He left her , yes . I met my lady once : A woman like a butt , and harsh as crabs . John . Oh yet but I remember , ten years back ' Tis now at least ten ...
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Alice the nurse AMPHION answer'd art thou beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag dark dipt Dora dream earth Edward Gray Ellen Adair Excalibur eyes fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone grew Hall hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven hope hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald Mastodon mind moon moorland morn never nevermore night o'er pass'd praise QUEEN GUINEVERE replied rose round saints seem'd shade SIMEON STYLITES SIR LAUNCELOT sleep song soul sound spake speak stars stept summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought thrice thro thy dreams touch'd truth turn'd unto vapour Vext village maid voice whisper wife wind wither'd words yonder
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Strana 95 - 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.
Strana 105 - From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunder-storm; Till the war-drum, throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Strana 94 - In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Strana 104 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new : That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
Strana 6 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
Strana 108 - There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing-space ; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Strana 13 - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, ' Place me in the barge ;
Strana 13 - Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream - by these Three Queens with crowns of gold - and from them rose A cry that shivered to the tingling stars...
Strana 93 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Strana 100 - Comfort? comfort scorned of devils; this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead unhappy night, and when the rain is on the roof.