Victorian PoetryClarence Edward Andrews, Milton Oswin Percival R. G. Adams, 1924 - 602 страница |
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... deep ; Far , far beneath in the abysmal sea , His ancient , dreamless , uninvaded sleep The Kraken sleepeth : faintest sunlights flee About his shadowy sides : above him swell Huge sponges of millennial growth and height ; And far away ...
... deep ; Far , far beneath in the abysmal sea , His ancient , dreamless , uninvaded sleep The Kraken sleepeth : faintest sunlights flee About his shadowy sides : above him swell Huge sponges of millennial growth and height ; And far away ...
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... deep - set windows , stain'd and traced , Would seem slow - flaming crimson fires From shadow'd grots of arches interlaced , And tipt with frost - like spires . * * Full of long - sounding corridors it was , That over - vaulted grateful ...
... deep - set windows , stain'd and traced , Would seem slow - flaming crimson fires From shadow'd grots of arches interlaced , And tipt with frost - like spires . * * Full of long - sounding corridors it was , That over - vaulted grateful ...
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... deep . ' Then of the moral instinct would she prate , And of the rising from the dead , As hers by right of full - accomplish'd Fate ; And at the last she said : 12 7 Self - suppivey of ' I take possession ALFRED LORD TENNYSON II.
... deep . ' Then of the moral instinct would she prate , And of the rising from the dead , As hers by right of full - accomplish'd Fate ; And at the last she said : 12 7 Self - suppivey of ' I take possession ALFRED LORD TENNYSON II.
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... deep , deep silence all ! ' She , mouldering with the dull mouldering sod , Inwrapt tenfold in slothful sham Lay there exiled from eternal God , Lost to her place and name ; And death and life she hated_equal And nothing saw , for her ...
... deep , deep silence all ! ' She , mouldering with the dull mouldering sod , Inwrapt tenfold in slothful sham Lay there exiled from eternal God , Lost to her place and name ; And death and life she hated_equal And nothing saw , for her ...
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... deep - asleep he seem'd , yet all awake , And music in his ears his beating heart did make . They sat them down upon the yellow sand , Between the sun and moon upon the shore ; And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland , Of child , and ...
... deep - asleep he seem'd , yet all awake , And music in his ears his beating heart did make . They sat them down upon the yellow sand , Between the sun and moon upon the shore ; And sweet it was to dream of Fatherland , Of child , and ...
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ALFRED LORD TENNYSON art thou beauty blood Bouillabaisse breast breath brow BRUIN Camelot CARDENIO cheek cried dark dead dear death deep dream earth eyes face fair fair lord fear feet fire flowers gold golden hair hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope Iseult Jacynth Jovinian King King Arthur kiss lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot land laugh Lavaine leave light lips live look lord love's Monsignor moon morning mother neath never night Nineveh o'er once Ottima pain pale pass praise Queen rose round Sebald Setebos shadow silence sing Sir Lancelot sleep smile song soul speak spirit stars stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro turn voice W. S. GILBERT weep wild wind wings wonder word youth
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Страница 243 - FEAR death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go: For the journey is done and the summit attained, And the barriers fall, Though a battle 's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last!
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