Poems, Svazek 2Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1854 |
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Strana 5
... arm with love - knots gay , About me leaped and laughed The modish Cupid of the day , And shrilled his tinsel shaft . XVIII . " I swear ( and else may insects prick Each leaf into a gall ) This girl , for whom your heart is sick , Is ...
... arm with love - knots gay , About me leaped and laughed The modish Cupid of the day , And shrilled his tinsel shaft . XVIII . " I swear ( and else may insects prick Each leaf into a gall ) This girl , for whom your heart is sick , Is ...
Strana 7
... Olivia came To sport beneath thy boughs . XXVI . " O yesterday , you know , the fair Was holden at the town ; Her father left his good arm - chair , And rode his hunter down . XXVII . " And with him Albert came on his THE TALKING OAK . 7.
... Olivia came To sport beneath thy boughs . XXVI . " O yesterday , you know , the fair Was holden at the town ; Her father left his good arm - chair , And rode his hunter down . XXVII . " And with him Albert came on his THE TALKING OAK . 7.
Strana 14
... arm , And at my feet she lay . LIII . " Her eyelids dropped their silken eaves . I breathed upon her eyes Through all the summer of my leaves A welcome mixed with sighs . LIV . " I took the swarming sound of life- The music from the ...
... arm , And at my feet she lay . LIII . " Her eyelids dropped their silken eaves . I breathed upon her eyes Through all the summer of my leaves A welcome mixed with sighs . LIV . " I took the swarming sound of life- The music from the ...
Strana 15
... arms I spread , And shadowed all her rest Dropt dews upon her golden head , An acorn in her breast . LVIII . " But in a pet she started up , And plucked it out , and drew My little oakling from the cup , And flung him in the dew . " LIX ...
... arms I spread , And shadowed all her rest Dropt dews upon her golden head , An acorn in her breast . LVIII . " But in a pet she started up , And plucked it out , and drew My little oakling from the cup , And flung him in the dew . " LIX ...
Strana 39
... arms , and silent in a last embrace . Cursed be the social wants that sin against the strength of youth ! Cursed be the social lies that warp us from the living truth ! Cursed be the sickly forms that err from honest Nature's rule ...
... arms , and silent in a last embrace . Cursed be the social wants that sin against the strength of youth ! Cursed be the social lies that warp us from the living truth ! Cursed be the sickly forms that err from honest Nature's rule ...
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answer Arac arms beggar maid betwixt Blanche blazoned blow bosom breast breathe brows cataract cheek child Cophetua Cyril dark dead dear death dipt dream drest drooped dropt earth eyes face fair fancy father fear Florian flower flying forever Ganymede gates golden gray hall hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven hour king kiss knee knew Lady Clare Lady Psyche land light Lilia lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maid maiden Melissa moon moorland morn mother move murmur night noble o'er palace Prince Princess Princess Ida QUEEN GUINEVERE rapt rode rolled rose round scorn seemed shadow shame sleep song soul spake speak spoke star stept stood summer sweet Sweet Emma thee thine things thou thought thy dreams touch truth turned unto vext village maid voice whisper wild wind Winter's tale woman yonder
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Strana 35 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands ; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. 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 29 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains: but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, ^ Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Strana 33 - Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled in a silver braid. Here about the beach I wander'd, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of time; When the centuries behind me like a fruitful land reposed; When I clung to all the present for the promise that it closed; When I dipt into the future far as human eye could see, Saw the vision of the world and all the wonder that would be.
Strana 43 - Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, creeping nigher, Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowly-dying fire. Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
Strana 275 - Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air: So waste not thou; but come; for all the vales Await thee; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet; Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable bees.
Strana 42 - 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 rained a ghastly dew From the nations...
Strana 34 - 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.
Strana 97 - 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 29 - 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. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho
Strana 201 - And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.