Victorian Poetry1962 |
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Strana 15
... things else have rest from weari- ness ? All things have rest : why should we toil alone , We only toil , who are the first of things , And make perpetual moan , 20 Still from one sorrow to another thrown : Nor ever fold our wings , And ...
... things else have rest from weari- ness ? All things have rest : why should we toil alone , We only toil , who are the first of things , And make perpetual moan , 20 Still from one sorrow to another thrown : Nor ever fold our wings , And ...
Strana 665
... things fairest thing , And Hate unmade me ; this knows he Who with God's sacerdotal ring Enringed mine hand ... things unclean , 241 And the unborn that should see thee a queen . Have we not seen ? The weary poet , thy sad son , Upon thy ...
... things fairest thing , And Hate unmade me ; this knows he Who with God's sacerdotal ring Enringed mine hand ... things unclean , 241 And the unborn that should see thee a queen . Have we not seen ? The weary poet , thy sad son , Upon thy ...
Strana 807
... things are true , whatsoever things are honest , whatso- ever things are just , whatsoever things are pure , whatsoever things are lovely , whatsoever things are of good report ; if there be any virtue , and if there be any praise ...
... things are true , whatsoever things are honest , whatso- ever things are just , whatsoever things are pure , whatsoever things are lovely , whatsoever things are of good report ; if there be any virtue , and if there be any praise ...
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art thou Arthur beauty blood breast breath brother Camelot child Dagonet dark death dream earth eyes face fair fair lord faith fear feet fire flowers glory God's gold golden Guido Guinevere hair Hallam hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Holy Grail hour Iseult King King Arthur kiss Lady of Pain Lady of Shalott Lancelot Lavaine leave light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord Love's lyric man's mind moon mother neath never night o'er once Oxus pain pale Paracelsus poem poet poetry praise Queen rose round Rustum Setebos sing Sir Lancelot sleep smile song sorrow soul speak spirit star stood sweet tears Tennyson thee thine things thou art thought thro truth turn Victorian voice wild wind wings word youth