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... LADY OF SHALOTT MARIANA IN THE SOUTH ELEANORE • THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER FATIMA CENONE THE SISTERS To- THE PALACE OF ART . LADY CLARA Vere de Vere THE MAY QUEEN NEW YEAR'S EVE CONCLUSION THE LOTOS - EATERS CHORIC SONG A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN ...
... LADY OF SHALOTT MARIANA IN THE SOUTH ELEANORE • THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER FATIMA CENONE THE SISTERS To- THE PALACE OF ART . LADY CLARA Vere de Vere THE MAY QUEEN NEW YEAR'S EVE CONCLUSION THE LOTOS - EATERS CHORIC SONG A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN ...
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... LADY OF SHALOTT . PART I. ON either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye , That clothe the wold and meet the sky ; And thro ' the field the road runs by To many - tower'd Camelot ... LADY OF SHALOTT . 21 THE LADY OF SHALOTT.
... LADY OF SHALOTT . PART I. ON either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye , That clothe the wold and meet the sky ; And thro ' the field the road runs by To many - tower'd Camelot ... LADY OF SHALOTT . 21 THE LADY OF SHALOTT.
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... 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 , went to Camelot : Or when the moon was overhead , Came two ...
... 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 , went to Camelot : Or when the moon was overhead , Came two ...
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... Lady of Shalott . " | " O mother , hear me yet before I. Knight and burgher , lord and dame , And round the prow they read her name , The Lady of Shalott . Who is this ? and what is here ? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of ...
... Lady of Shalott . " | " O mother , hear me yet before I. Knight and burgher , lord and dame , And round the prow they read her name , The Lady of Shalott . Who is this ? and what is here ? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of ...
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... Lady murmur'd she ; Complaining , " Mother , give me grace To help me of my weary load . " And on the liquid mirror glow'd The clear perfection of her face . " " " Is this the form , " she made her moan , " That won his praises night ...
... Lady murmur'd she ; Complaining , " Mother , give me grace To help me of my weary load . " And on the liquid mirror glow'd The clear perfection of her face . " " " Is this the form , " she made her moan , " That won his praises night ...
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Aldwyth answer'd arms Arthur ask'd beneath blood breast breath Caerleon call'd Camelot child cried dark dead dear death dream Dubric earth Edith Enid ev'n evermore Excalibur eyes face fair Fair lord father fear fire flower Gawain Geraint golden grace Guinevere hall hand happy Harold hast hate hath head hear heard heart heaven holy jousts King King Arthur kiss knew Lady Lancelot land Lavaine Leofwin light Limours live look look'd Lord maid maiden Mary Merlin Morcar morn mother move never night noble o'er once Philip Prince Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul spake speak star stept Stigand stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro Tostig turn'd vext voice weep wild wind word
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Страница 237 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Страница 257 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Страница 354 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Страница 251 - Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
Страница 85 - Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Страница 83 - 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...
Страница 234 - Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt : For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work Of subtlest jewellery.
Страница 344 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Страница 257 - O love, they die in yon rich sky. They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul. And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Страница 235 - That bow'd the will. I see thee what thou art. For thou, the latest-left of all my knights, In whom should meet the offices of all, Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt ; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence : But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.