Poems, Том 1E. Moxon, 1846 - 235 страница |
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... stream flowing with a muddy one , Till in its onward current it absorbs With swifter movement and in purer light The vexed eddies of its wayward brother — A leaning and upbearing parasite , Clothing the stem , 6 ISABEL .
... stream flowing with a muddy one , Till in its onward current it absorbs With swifter movement and in purer light The vexed eddies of its wayward brother — A leaning and upbearing parasite , Clothing the stem , 6 ISABEL .
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... stream is dumb , And the whirring sail goes round , And the whirring sail goes round ; 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 ...
... stream is dumb , And the whirring sail goes round , And the whirring sail goes round ; 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 ...
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... stream'd Upon the mooned domes aloof In inmost Bagdat , till there seem'd Hundreds of crescents on the roof Of night new - risen , that marvellous time , To celebrate the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . XIII . Then stole I up ...
... stream'd Upon the mooned domes aloof In inmost Bagdat , till there seem'd Hundreds of crescents on the roof Of night new - risen , that marvellous time , To celebrate the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . XIII . Then stole I up ...
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... stream in his banks complaining , Heavily the low sky raining Over tower'd Camelot ; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat , And round about the prow she wrote The Lady of Shalott . And down the river's dim expanse ...
... stream in his banks complaining , Heavily the low sky raining Over tower'd Camelot ; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat , And round about the prow she wrote The Lady of Shalott . And down the river's dim expanse ...
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... streaming curls of deepest brown To left and right , and made appear , Still - lighted in a secret shrine , Her melancholy eyes divine , The home of woe without a tear . And " Ave Mary " was her moan , " Madonna , sad is night and morn ...
... streaming curls of deepest brown To left and right , and made appear , Still - lighted in a secret shrine , Her melancholy eyes divine , The home of woe without a tear . And " Ave Mary " was her moan , " Madonna , sad is night and morn ...
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Adeline adown ambrosial ARABIAN NIGHTS beauty beneath blow blue breath brow call me early Camelot cheek cloud dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep divine door dream DYING SWAN Earl was fair earth Eleänore Enone evermore eyes faint fall flame floating flowers folds thy grave forlorn gazing golden prime goose green that folds Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard hearken ere heart Heaven Heavily hangs hills hollow kiss Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott land lawn Let them rave light Lilian lips live forgotten look'd merman merrily mind moan moon morn night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow shallop silent silver sing sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake spirit star stept sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne turret and tree Vere de Vere voice wander weary weep wild wind wold
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Страница 169 - Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
Страница 9 - 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!
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Страница 174 - Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whisper'd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
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