Poems, Svazek 2Edward Moxon, Dover Street., 1843 - Počet stran: 231 |
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Strana 20
... spirit - oh , she To me myself , for some three careless moons , The summer pilot of an empty heart Unto the shores of nothing ! Know you not Such touches are but embassies of love , To tamper with the feelings , ere he found Empire for ...
... spirit - oh , she To me myself , for some three careless moons , The summer pilot of an empty heart Unto the shores of nothing ! Know you not Such touches are but embassies of love , To tamper with the feelings , ere he found Empire for ...
Strana 89
... spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge , like a sinking star , Beyond the utmost bound of human thought . This is my son , mine own Telemachus , To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle- Well - loved of me , discerning to fulfil ...
... spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge , like a sinking star , Beyond the utmost bound of human thought . This is my son , mine own Telemachus , To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle- Well - loved of me , discerning to fulfil ...
Strana 95
... spirit deeply dawning in the dark of hazel eyes— Saying , " I have hid my feelings , fearing they should do me wrong ; " Saying , " Dost thou love me , cousin ? " weeping , " I have loved thee long . " Love took up the glass of Time ...
... spirit deeply dawning in the dark of hazel eyes— Saying , " I have hid my feelings , fearing they should do me wrong ; " Saying , " Dost thou love me , cousin ? " weeping , " I have loved thee long . " Love took up the glass of Time ...
Strana 96
... spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lips . O my cousin , shallow - hearted ! O my Amy , mine no more ! O the dreary , dreary moorland ! O the barren , barren shore ! Falser than all fancy fathoms , falser than all songs have ...
... spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lips . O my cousin , shallow - hearted ! O my Amy , mine no more ! O the dreary , dreary moorland ! O the barren , barren shore ! Falser than all fancy fathoms , falser than all songs have ...
Strana 103
... of London flaring like a dreary dawn ; And his spirit leaps within him to be gone before him then , Underneath the light he looks at , in among the throngs of men ; Men , my brothers , men the workers , ever LOCKSLEY HALL . 103.
... of London flaring like a dreary dawn ; And his spirit leaps within him to be gone before him then , Underneath the light he looks at , in among the throngs of men ; Men , my brothers , men the workers , ever LOCKSLEY HALL . 103.
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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...