Poems, Том 2Edward Moxon, 1846 - 235 страница |
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... hope I hold Of saintdom , and to clamour , mourn and sob , Battering the gates of heaven with storms of prayer , Have mercy , Lord , and take away my sin . Let this avail , just , dreadful , mighty God , This not be all in vain , that ...
... hope I hold Of saintdom , and to clamour , mourn and sob , Battering the gates of heaven with storms of prayer , Have mercy , Lord , and take away my sin . Let this avail , just , dreadful , mighty God , This not be all in vain , that ...
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... hope my end draws nigh : half deaf I am , So that I scarce can hear the people hum About the column's base , and almost blind , And scarce can recognise the fields I know . And both my thighs are rotted with the dew , Yet cease I not to ...
... hope my end draws nigh : half deaf I am , So that I scarce can hear the people hum About the column's base , and almost blind , And scarce can recognise the fields I know . And both my thighs are rotted with the dew , Yet cease I not to ...
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... hope ere death Spreads more and more and more , that God hath now Sponged and made blank of crimeful record all My mortal archives . 0 my sons , my sons , I , Simeon of the pillar , by surname Stylites , among men ; I , Simeon , The ...
... hope ere death Spreads more and more and more , that God hath now Sponged and made blank of crimeful record all My mortal archives . 0 my sons , my sons , I , Simeon of the pillar , by surname Stylites , among men ; I , Simeon , The ...
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... turn to yonder oak . III . For when my passion first began , Ere that , which in me burn'd , The love , that makes me thrice a man , Could hope itself return'd ; IV . To yonder oak within the field I spoke THE TALKING OAK.
... turn to yonder oak . III . For when my passion first began , Ere that , which in me burn'd , The love , that makes me thrice a man , Could hope itself return'd ; IV . To yonder oak within the field I spoke THE TALKING OAK.
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... hope that warm'd me in the days While still I yearn'd for human praise . " When , wide in soul and bold of tongue , Among the tents I paused and sung , The distant battle flash'd and rung . " I sung the joyful Pæan clear , And , sitting ...
... hope that warm'd me in the days While still I yearn'd for human praise . " When , wide in soul and bold of tongue , Among the tents I paused and sung , The distant battle flash'd and rung . " I sung the joyful Pæan clear , And , sitting ...
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Alice the nurse answer'd beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore born breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag dark death dipt Dora dream dropt earth Edward Gray Ellen Adair Excalibur eyes fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone grew hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven hope hour jaundice King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare land last embrace laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald moon moorland morn never 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 wonder words
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Страница 99 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Страница 93 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades 10 Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers.
Страница 182 - And thro' the mountain-walls A rolling organ-harmony Swells up, and shakes and falls. Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear : " O just and faithful knight of God ! Ride on ! the prize is near.
Страница 108 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new : That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
Страница 7 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?" And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: f*"" I heard the ripple washing in the reeds \And the wild water lapping on the crag.
Страница 181 - A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose...
Страница 97 - Pleiads, 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...
Страница 121 - To-day I saw the dragon-fly Come from the wells where he did lie. ' An inner impulse rent the veil Of his old husk : from head to tail Came out clear plates of sapphire mail. ' He dried his wings : like gauze they grew : Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew A living flash of light he flew.
Страница 104 - 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.
Страница 97 - 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.