Poems, Том 1Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1854 |
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... knew it was a dream : She felt he was and was not there . She woke the babble of the stream Fell , and without the steady glare Shrank the sick olive sere and small . The river - bed was dusty white ; And all the furnace of the light ...
... knew it was a dream : She felt he was and was not there . She woke the babble of the stream Fell , and without the steady glare Shrank the sick olive sere and small . The river - bed was dusty white ; And all the furnace of the light ...
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... knew him could forget The busy wrinkles round his eyes ? The slow wise smile that , rounȧ about His dusty forehead drily curled , Secmed half - within and half - without , And full of dealings with the world ? In yonder chair I see him ...
... knew him could forget The busy wrinkles round his eyes ? The slow wise smile that , rounȧ about His dusty forehead drily curled , Secmed half - within and half - without , And full of dealings with the world ? In yonder chair I see him ...
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... village lights below ; I knew your taper far away , And full at heart of trembling hope , From off the wold I came , and lay Upon the freshly - flowered slope . The deep brook groaned beneath the mill ; And " 96 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER .
... village lights below ; I knew your taper far away , And full at heart of trembling hope , From off the wold I came , and lay Upon the freshly - flowered slope . The deep brook groaned beneath the mill ; And " 96 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER .
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... knew you could not look but well ; And dews , that would have fall'n in tears , I kissed away before they fell . I watched the little flutterings , The doubt my mother would not see ; She spoke at large of many things , And at the last ...
... knew you could not look but well ; And dews , that would have fall'n in tears , I kissed away before they fell . I watched the little flutterings , The doubt my mother would not see ; She spoke at large of many things , And at the last ...
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... knew them well . Yet tears they shed : they had their part Of sorrow for when time was ripe , The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type , That into stillness past again , And left a want THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER . 101.
... knew them well . Yet tears they shed : they had their part Of sorrow for when time was ripe , The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type , That into stillness past again , And left a want THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER . 101.
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Adeline adown beneath betwixt blazoned blessed blow breast breath brow call me early Camelot cheek cloud crown dark dawn Dear mother Ida death deep Dipt door Dora dream drew DYING SWAN Earl was fair earth Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face faint fall floating flow flowers folds thy grave forlorn garden golden prime goose green that folds hand harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hollow King Arthur kiss Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott land lean Let them rave light lips look mermen moon morn never night o'er Oriana Queen rose round sang shadow shallop silver SIMEON STYLITES sing sitting sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake star stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought towers turret and tree Vere de Vere voice wander weary wild wind words
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Страница 71 - Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot.
Страница 77 - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right — The leaves upon her falling light — Thro...
Страница 220 - 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.
Страница 226 - So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away.
Страница 160 - Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
Страница 20 - Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits. When merry milkmaids click the latch, And rarely smells the new-mown hay, And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay, Twice or thrice his roundelay ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
Страница 106 - THERE lies a vale in Ida, lovelier Than all the valleys of Ionian 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 The long brook falling thro' the clov'n ravine In cataract after cataract to the sea.
Страница 194 - His face is growing sharp and thin. Alack ! our friend is gone. Close up his eyes : tie up his chin : Step from the corpse, and let him in That standeth there alone, And waiteth at the door. There's a new foot on the floor, my friend, And a new face at the door, my friend, A new face at the door.
Страница 11 - Her tears fell with the dews at even; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried; She could not look on the sweet heaven, Either at morn or eventide. After the flitting of the bats, When thickest dark did trance the sky, She drew her casement-curtain by, And glanced athwart the glooming flats. 20 She only said, 'The night is dreary, He cometh not,' she said; She said, 'I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
Страница 37 - Over its grave i' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger-lily. ii The air is damp, and hush'd, and close, As a sick man's room when he taketh repose An hour before death ; My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves, And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath, And the year's last rose. Heavily hangs the broad...