Poetical Works, Svazek 1Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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Strana 53
... hill Gleamed to the flying moon by fits . " O that I were beside her now ! O will she answer if I call ? O would she give me vow for vow , Sweet Alice , if I told her all ? " Sometimes I saw you sit and spin ; And , in the pauses of the ...
... hill Gleamed to the flying moon by fits . " O that I were beside her now ! O will she answer if I call ? O would she give me vow for vow , Sweet Alice , if I told her all ? " Sometimes I saw you sit and spin ; And , in the pauses of the ...
Strana 57
... hill the bearded grass Is dry and dewless . Let us go . FATIMA . I. O LOVE , Love , Love ! O withering might ! O sun , that from thy noonday height Shudderest when I strain my sight , Throbbing through all thy heat and light , Lo ...
... hill the bearded grass Is dry and dewless . Let us go . FATIMA . I. O LOVE , Love , Love ! O withering might ! O sun , that from thy noonday height Shudderest when I strain my sight , Throbbing through all thy heat and light , Lo ...
Strana 58
... hill , I know He cometh quickly : from below Sweet gales , as from deep gardens , blow Before him , striking on my ... hills , and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire ; And , isled in sudden seas of light , My heart , pierced ...
... hill , I know He cometh quickly : from below Sweet gales , as from deep gardens , blow Before him , striking on my ... hills , and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire ; And , isled in sudden seas of light , My heart , pierced ...
Strana 59
... hills . The swimming vapor slopes athwart the glen , Puts forth an arm , and creeps from pine to pine , And loiters , slowly drawn . On either hand The lawns and meadow ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers , and far below them roars ...
... hills . The swimming vapor slopes athwart the glen , Puts forth an arm , and creeps from pine to pine , And loiters , slowly drawn . On either hand The lawns and meadow ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers , and far below them roars ...
Strana 60
... Hills , O Caves , That house the cold crowned snake ! brooks , O mountain I am the daughter of a River - God ; Hear me , for I will speak , and build up all My sorrow with my song , as yonder walls Rose slowly to a music slowly breathed ...
... Hills , O Caves , That house the cold crowned snake ! brooks , O mountain I am the daughter of a River - God ; Hear me , for I will speak , and build up all My sorrow with my song , as yonder walls Rose slowly to a music slowly breathed ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON answer arms beneath betwixt blazoned blow breast breath brows Camelot cataract cheek child cloud crown Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt doors Dora dream dropt earth Edwin Morris Enone Excalibur eyes face fair fall Florian flowers flying folds forever hand happy harken ere hath head hear heard heart Heaven hollow hour king King Arthur kiss knew Lady of Shalott Lady Psyche land Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maid maiden moon morn mother Ida move murmur night o'er Oriana Princess Princess Ida Queen rode rolled rose round sang scorn seemed shadow shame SIMEON STYLITES Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul sound spake speak spoke star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought touch turned unto vext voice weary whisper wild wind woman words
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Strana 341 - ... crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So...
Strana 183 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...
Strana 130 - Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere, •' Ah ! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go ? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes ? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight.
Strana 127 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: '•I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.
Strana 93 - Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whisper'd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
Strana 226 - EVE. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes are...
Strana 130 - 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 182 - ULYSSES. 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.
Strana 24 - THE poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above ; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw thro' life and death, thro' good and ill, He saw thro
Strana 239 - He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well,