Poems, Svazek 2Edward Moxon, Dover Street., 1843 - Počet stran: 231 |
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Strana 11
... fear My wound hath taken cold , and I shall die . ” So saying , from the pavement he half rose , Slowly , with pain , reclining on his arm , And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture . Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully ...
... fear My wound hath taken cold , and I shall die . ” So saying , from the pavement he half rose , Slowly , with pain , reclining on his arm , And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture . Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully ...
Strana 12
... fear it is too late , and I shall die . " But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge , Clothed with his breath , and looking , as he walk'd , Larger than human on the frozen hills . He heard the deep behind him , and a cry Before ...
... fear it is too late , and I shall die . " But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge , Clothed with his breath , and looking , as he walk'd , Larger than human on the frozen hills . He heard the deep behind him , and a cry Before ...
Strana 50
... fear of change at home , that drove him hence . James . That was the last drop in the cup of gall . I once was near him , when his bailiff brought A Chartist pike . You should have seen him wince As from a venomous thing : he thought ...
... fear of change at home , that drove him hence . James . That was the last drop in the cup of gall . I once was near him , when his bailiff brought A Chartist pike . You should have seen him wince As from a venomous thing : he thought ...
Strana 53
... down , O Simeon : thou hast suffer'd long For ages and for ages ! " then they prate Of penances I cannot have gone thro ' , But put your best foot forward , or I fear ST . SIMEON STYLITES . 57 ST SIMEON STYLITES 3333.
... down , O Simeon : thou hast suffer'd long For ages and for ages ! " then they prate Of penances I cannot have gone thro ' , But put your best foot forward , or I fear ST . SIMEON STYLITES . 57 ST SIMEON STYLITES 3333.
Strana 54
... foot forward , or I fear That we shall miss the mail : and here it comes With five at top : as quaint a four - in - hand As you shall see- -three pyebalds and a roan . ST . SIMEON STYLITES . ALTHO ' I be the 52 WALKING TO THE MAIL .
... foot forward , or I fear That we shall miss the mail : and here it comes With five at top : as quaint a four - in - hand As you shall see- -three pyebalds and a roan . ST . SIMEON STYLITES . ALTHO ' I be the 52 WALKING TO THE MAIL .
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Alice the nurse answer'd beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag cubits dark dipt Dora dream earth Ellen Adair Eustace Excalibur eyes face fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone gray grew hand happy heard heart Heaven high dial hope hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare last embrace laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald mind moon moorland morn never night o'er pass'd passion QUEEN GUINEVERE replied rose round saints seem'd shade Simeon SIMEON STYLITES sleep slow light song soul sound spake speak stars stept summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought thousand summers 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 173 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Strana 16 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Strana 93 - 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 89 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices.
Strana 228 - O well for the sailor lad That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
Strana 8 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Strana 176 - A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose...
Strana 103 - 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 ; I leard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Strana 9 - This is a shameful thing for men to lie. Yet now, I charge thee, quickly go again As thou art lief and dear, and do the thing I bade thee, watch, and lightly bring me word.
Strana 87 - IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole* Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me...