The Poetical WorksHarper, 1873 - 327 страница |
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... summer calm of golden charity , Were fixed shadows of thy fixed mood , Revered Isabel , the crown and head , The stately flower of female fortitude , Of perfect wifehood and pure lowlihead . The intuitive decision of a bright And ...
... summer calm of golden charity , Were fixed shadows of thy fixed mood , Revered Isabel , the crown and head , The stately flower of female fortitude , Of perfect wifehood and pure lowlihead . The intuitive decision of a bright And ...
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... summer calm is thine , Ever varying Madeline . Through light and shadow thou dost range , Sudden glances , sweet and strange , Delicious spites , and darling angers , And airy forms of flitting change . Smiling , frowning , evermore ...
... summer calm is thine , Ever varying Madeline . Through light and shadow thou dost range , Sudden glances , sweet and strange , Delicious spites , and darling angers , And airy forms of flitting change . Smiling , frowning , evermore ...
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... summer - morn , Adown the Tigris I was borne , By Bagdat's shrines of fretted gold , High - walled gardens green and old ; True Mussulman was I and sworn , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . II . Anight my shallop ...
... summer - morn , Adown the Tigris I was borne , By Bagdat's shrines of fretted gold , High - walled gardens green and old ; True Mussulman was I and sworn , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . II . Anight my shallop ...
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... summer wind : A sudden splendor from behind Flushed all the leaves with rich gold - green , And , flowing rapidly between Their interspaces , counterchanged The level lake with diamond - plots Of dark and bright . A lovely time , For it ...
... summer wind : A sudden splendor from behind Flushed all the leaves with rich gold - green , And , flowing rapidly between Their interspaces , counterchanged The level lake with diamond - plots Of dark and bright . A lovely time , For it ...
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... summer morn , A mile beneath the cedar - wood . Thy bounteous forehead was not fanned With breezes from our oaken glades , But thou wert nursed in some delicious land Of lavish lights , and floating shades : And flattering thy childish ...
... summer morn , A mile beneath the cedar - wood . Thy bounteous forehead was not fanned With breezes from our oaken glades , But thou wert nursed in some delicious land Of lavish lights , and floating shades : And flattering thy childish ...
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Страница 42 - Thro' the noises of the night She floated down to Camelot: And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott. Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly, Turned to towered Camelot.
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