PoemsEdward Moxon, 1833 - 163 страница |
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... slowly Turned to towered Camelot : For ere she reached upon the tide The first house by the waterside , Singing in her song she died , The Lady of Shalott . Under tower and balcony , By gardenwall and gallery , A pale , pale corpse she ...
... slowly Turned to towered Camelot : For ere she reached upon the tide The first house by the waterside , Singing in her song she died , The Lady of Shalott . Under tower and balcony , By gardenwall and gallery , A pale , pale corpse she ...
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... Slowly , as from a cloud of gold , Comes out thy deep ambrosial smile . I muse , as in a trance , whene'er The languors of thy lovedeep eyes , Float on to me . I would I were So ... slowly round his orb , and slowly grow To ELEANORE . 29.
... Slowly , as from a cloud of gold , Comes out thy deep ambrosial smile . I muse , as in a trance , whene'er The languors of thy lovedeep eyes , Float on to me . I would I were So ... slowly round his orb , and slowly grow To ELEANORE . 29.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Should slowly round his orb , and slowly grow To a full face , there like a sun remain Fixed - then as slowly fade again , And draw itself to what it was before ; So full , so deep , so slow , Thought ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Should slowly round his orb , and slowly grow To a full face , there like a sun remain Fixed - then as slowly fade again , And draw itself to what it was before ; So full , so deep , so slow , Thought ...
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... slowly soon From thy rose - red lips My name Floweth ; then I faint , I swoon , With dinning sound my ears are rife , My tremulous tongue faltereth , I lose my colour , I lose my breath , I drink the cup of a costly death , Brimmed with ...
... slowly soon From thy rose - red lips My name Floweth ; then I faint , I swoon , With dinning sound my ears are rife , My tremulous tongue faltereth , I lose my colour , I lose my breath , I drink the cup of a costly death , Brimmed with ...
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... slowly to a music slowly breathed , A cloud that gathered shape : for it may be That , while I speak of it , a little while My heart may wander from its deeper woe . " O mother Ida , many fountained Ida , Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I ...
... slowly to a music slowly breathed , A cloud that gathered shape : for it may be That , while I speak of it , a little while My heart may wander from its deeper woe . " O mother Ida , many fountained Ida , Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I ...
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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