Poems, Том 2Edward Moxon, 1846 - 235 страница |
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... rising bore him thro ' the place of tombs . But , as he walk'd , King Arthur panted hard , Like one that feels a nightmare on his bed When all the house is mute . So sigh'd the King , Muttering and murmuring at his ear " Quick , quick ...
... rising bore him thro ' the place of tombs . But , as he walk'd , King Arthur panted hard , Like one that feels a nightmare on his bed When all the house is mute . So sigh'd the King , Muttering and murmuring at his ear " Quick , quick ...
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... rising sun High from the däis - throne were parch'd with dust , Or , clotted into points and hanging loose , Mix'd with the knightly growth that fringed his lips . So like a shatter'd column lay the King ; Not like that Arthur who ...
... rising sun High from the däis - throne were parch'd with dust , Or , clotted into points and hanging loose , Mix'd with the knightly growth that fringed his lips . So like a shatter'd column lay the King ; Not like that Arthur who ...
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... Rise like a fountain for me night and day . For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain , If , knowing God , they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ...
... Rise like a fountain for me night and day . For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain , If , knowing God , they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ...
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... rise for you may look on me , And in your looking you may kneel to God . Speak ! is there any of you halt or maim'd ? I think you know I have some power with Heaven For my long penance : let him speak his wish . Yes , I can heal him ...
... rise for you may look on me , And in your looking you may kneel to God . Speak ! is there any of you halt or maim'd ? I think you know I have some power with Heaven For my long penance : let him speak his wish . Yes , I can heal him ...
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... rising thro ' the mellow shade , Glitter like a swarm of fire - flies 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 ...
... rising thro ' the mellow shade , Glitter like a swarm of fire - flies 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 ...
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Alice the nurse AMPHION answer'd art thou beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag dark dipt Dora dream earth Edward Gray Ellen Adair Excalibur eyes fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone grew Hall hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven hope hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald Mastodon mind moon moorland morn never nevermore night o'er pass'd praise QUEEN GUINEVERE replied rose round saints seem'd shade SIMEON STYLITES SIR LAUNCELOT sleep song soul sound spake speak stars stept summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought 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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Страница 6 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
Страница 108 - There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing-space ; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Страница 13 - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, ' Place me in the barge ;
Страница 13 - Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream - by these Three Queens with crowns of gold - and from them rose A cry that shivered to the tingling stars...
Страница 93 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Страница 100 - Comfort? comfort scorned of devils; this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead unhappy night, and when the rain is on the roof.