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Страница 365 - The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee; A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company.
Страница 108 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Страница 413 - But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou seest — if indeed I go — (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion ; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Страница 413 - Then from the dawn it seem'd there came, but faint As from beyond the limit of the world, Like the last echo born of a great cry, Sounds, as if some fair city were one voice Around a king returning from his wars.
Страница 197 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfills himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Страница 170 - And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying : " Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." " Come, wander with me," she said, " Into regions yet untrod ; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God.
Страница 601 - He spoke, and awful bends his sable brows; Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod; ' The stamp of fate and sanction of the god: High heaven with trembling the dread signal took, And all Olympus to the centre shook.
Страница 355 - Who reverenced his conscience as his king; Whose glory was, redressing human wrong; Who spake no slander, no, nor listened to it; Who loved one only and who clave to her...
Страница 19 - WAS she beautiful or not beautiful ? and what was the secret of form or expression which gave the dynamic quality to her glance ? Was the good or the evil genius dominant in those beams? Probably the evil ; else why was the effect that of unrest rather than of undisturbed charm ? Why was the wish to look again felt as coercion and not as a longing in which the whole being consents...
Страница 170 - Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying: "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." " Come, wander with me," she said, " Into regions yet untrod ; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvellous tale.

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