PoemsEdward Moxon, 1833 - 163 страница |
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... golden largess of thy praise , But life is full of weary days . II . Shake hands , my friend , across the brink Of that deep grave to which I go . Shake hands once more : I cannot sink So far far down , but I shall know Thy voice , and ...
... golden largess of thy praise , But life is full of weary days . II . Shake hands , my friend , across the brink Of that deep grave to which I go . Shake hands once more : I cannot sink So far far down , but I shall know Thy voice , and ...
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... bridle glittered free , Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden galaxy . The bridle - bells rang merrily , As he rode down from Camelot . And , from his blazoned baldric slung , A mighty THE LADY OF SHALOTT . 13.
... bridle glittered free , Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden galaxy . The bridle - bells rang merrily , As he rode down from Camelot . And , from his blazoned baldric slung , A mighty THE LADY OF SHALOTT . 13.
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... alone , In silksoft folds , upon yielding down , With the hum of swarming bees , Into dreamful slumber lulled . Who may minister to thee ? Summer herself should minister To thee , with fruitage goldenrinded On golden salvers , 26 POEMS .
... alone , In silksoft folds , upon yielding down , With the hum of swarming bees , Into dreamful slumber lulled . Who may minister to thee ? Summer herself should minister To thee , with fruitage goldenrinded On golden salvers , 26 POEMS .
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. To thee , with fruitage goldenrinded On golden salvers , or it may be , Youngest Autumn , in a bower Grapethickened from the light , and blinded With many a deephued bell - like flower Of fragrant trailers ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. To thee , with fruitage goldenrinded On golden salvers , or it may be , Youngest Autumn , in a bower Grapethickened from the light , and blinded With many a deephued bell - like flower Of fragrant trailers ...
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... golden all about the sky ; In thee all passion becomes passionless , Touched by thy spirit's mellowness , Losing his fire and active might , In a silent meditation , Falling into a still delight , And luxury of contemplation : As waves ...
... golden all about the sky ; In thee all passion becomes passionless , Touched by thy spirit's mellowness , Losing his fire and active might , In a silent meditation , Falling into a still delight , And luxury of contemplation : As waves ...
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Ambrosial Aphrodite April skies beauty beneath blazoned blue bold breath bright brow burning call me early charmèd cheek cowslip cuckooflower dark darkblue daughter Dear mother Ida death deep delight divine dream Earl was fair Eleänore Enone ere I die evermore eyes face fall Father Hesper fire flame flash floating flower foam folded Ganymede glad Newyear gleaming golden apple green hath hear heard hearken ere heart hill hollow holy Kate kiss Lady of Shalott land lawn leaning light lips look Lotos Love-forgotten and love-forlorn Madonna mignonette moon morn mourn night o'er PALACE OF ART Queen ripen Rolled Rosalind rosy round Sang shadow shore sing sleep slope slowly smile song SONNET sorrow soul sound stars stood stream sweet tall tears thee thine thou thought thro toil towered Camelot tree voice wander wave weary weep whisper wild wind Ye'll
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Страница 108 - moon ; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. II. A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke, Slowdropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go ; And some thro' wavering- lights and shadows broke, Kolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming
Страница 15 - Sang Sir Launcelot. She left the web : she left the loom : She made three paces thro' the room : She saw the waterflower bloom : She saw the helmet and the plume : She looked down to Camelot. Out flew the web, and floated wide, The mirror cracked from side to side, " The curse is come upon me,
Страница 12 - And sometimes thro' the mirror blue, The knights come riding-, two and two. She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights : For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, came from
Страница 15 - bloom : She saw the helmet and the plume : She looked down to Camelot. Out flew the web, and floated wide, The mirror cracked from side to side, " The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott. PART THE FOURTH. In the stormy eastwind straining The pale-yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Страница 109 - mountain clefts the dale Was seen far inland, and the yellow down Bordered with palm, and many a winding vale And meadow, set with slender galingale ; A land where all things always seemed the same I And round about the keel with faces pale, Dark faces pale against that rosy flame, The mildeyed melancholy Lotos-eaters came.
Страница 108 - This mounting' wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they came unto a land, In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
Страница 111 - the emeraldcoloured water falling Thro' many a wov'n acanthus-wreath divine ! Only to hear and see the far-off sparkling brine, Only to hear were sweet, stretched out beneath the pine. The Lotos blooms below the flowery peak: The Lotos blows by every winding creek : All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone
Страница 94 - be of all the year the maddest merriest day, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be NEWYEAR'S EVE. IF you're waking call me early, call me early, mother dear, For I would see the sun rise upon the glad Newyear. It is the last Newyear that I shall ever see, Then
Страница 97 - never see me more in the long gray fields at When from the dry dark wold the summer airs blow cool, On the oatgrass and the swordgrass, and the bulrush in the pool. Ye'll bury me, my mother, just beneath the hawthorn shade, And ye'll come sometimes and see me where I
Страница 111 - The Lotos blooms below the flowery peak: The Lotos blows by every winding creek : All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone : Thro' every hollow cave and alley lone Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos dust is blown. We have had enough of