Vyhledávání v knize
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Strana 34
... hill - side , The seven elms , the poplars four That stand beside my father's door , And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand , Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves , Drawing into his narrow ...
... hill - side , The seven elms , the poplars four That stand beside my father's door , And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted cress and ribbed sand , Or dimple in the dark of rushy coves , Drawing into his narrow ...
Strana 36
... hills that mound the sea , Overblown with murmurs harsh , Or even a lowly cottage whence we see Stretch'd wide and wild the waste enormous marsh , Where from the frequent bridge , Like emblems of infinity , The trenched waters run from ...
... hills that mound the sea , Overblown with murmurs harsh , Or even a lowly cottage whence we see Stretch'd wide and wild the waste enormous marsh , Where from the frequent bridge , Like emblems of infinity , The trenched waters run from ...
Strana 43
... a carcanet of rays , And ye talk together still , In the language wherewith Spring Letters cowslips on the hill ? Hence that look and smile of thine , Spiritual Adeline . A CHARACTER . I. WITH a half - glance upon ADELINE . 43.
... a carcanet of rays , And ye talk together still , In the language wherewith Spring Letters cowslips on the hill ? Hence that look and smile of thine , Spiritual Adeline . A CHARACTER . I. WITH a half - glance upon ADELINE . 43.
Strana 85
... hills and fields among , They heard her singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly , chanted lowly , Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were darken'd wholly , Turn'd to ...
... hills and fields among , They heard her singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly , chanted lowly , Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were darken'd wholly , Turn'd to ...
Strana 95
... hills , And shadow'd coves on a sunny shore , The choicest wealth of all the earth , Jewel or shell , or starry ore , To deck thy cradle , Eleänore . Or the yellow - banded bees , Thro ' half - open lattices Coming in the scented breeze ...
... hills , And shadow'd coves on a sunny shore , The choicest wealth of all the earth , Jewel or shell , or starry ore , To deck thy cradle , Eleänore . Or the yellow - banded bees , Thro ' half - open lattices Coming in the scented breeze ...
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Běžně se vyskytující výrazy a sousloví
answer'd beneath betwixt blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek child cloud Cophetua dark dead dear death deep dipt Dora dream earth evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall flowers folded garden golden prime gray hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart heaven high dial hour iris changes king King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady Clare Lady of Shalott land Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall long day wanes look look'd mind moon morn mother Ida never night o'er Oriana Queen rose round scorn seem'd shade shadow shining SIMEON STYLITES Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stars stept summer sweet Sweet Emma tears thee thine things Thou art thought thro thy dreams touch'd tree truth turn'd unto Vext voice weary weeping whisper wife wild wind words yonder
Oblíbené pasáže
Strana 70 - There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine...
Strana 155 - A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go ; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land : far off, three mountain-tops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flush'd : and, dew'd with showery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. The charmed sunset linger'd low adown In the red West : thro...
Strana 66 - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of ShalotL Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right— The leaves upon her falling light— Thro...
Strana 160 - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence, ripen, fall and cease : Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease ! 5.
Strana 84 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Strana 10 - WHEN cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, 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.
Strana 65 - She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide ; The mirror crack'd from side to side ; ' The curse is come upon me,
Strana 89 - I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race. Iron-jointed, supple-sinew'd, they shall dive, and they shall run, Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their lances in the sun; Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap the rainbows of the brooks, Not with blinded eyesight poring over miserable books — Fool, again the dream, the fancy!
Strana 191 - But though his eyes are waxing dim, And though his foes speak ill of him, He was a friend to me. Old year, you shall not die ; We did so laugh and cry with you, I've half a mind to die with you, Old year, if you must die.
Strana 158 - And thro' the mountain-walls A rolling organ-harmony Swells up, and shakes and falls. Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear : " O just and faithful knight of God ! Ride on ! the prize is near.