Poems, Том 1Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1851 - 261 страница |
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... grown , Wears all day a fainter tone . I would mock thy chaunt anew ; But I cannot mimic it ; Not a whit of thy tuwhoo , Thee to woo to thy tuwhit , Thee to woo to thy tuwhit , With a lengthened loud halloo , Tuwhoo , tuwhit , tuwhit ...
... grown , Wears all day a fainter tone . I would mock thy chaunt anew ; But I cannot mimic it ; Not a whit of thy tuwhoo , Thee to woo to thy tuwhit , Thee to woo to thy tuwhit , With a lengthened loud halloo , Tuwhoo , tuwhit , tuwhit ...
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... grow sere , When rooted in the garden of the mind , Because they are the earliest of the year . ) Nor was the night thy shroud . In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest Thou leddest by the hand thine infant Hope . The eddying of her ...
... grow sere , When rooted in the garden of the mind , Because they are the earliest of the year . ) Nor was the night thy shroud . In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest Thou leddest by the hand thine infant Hope . The eddying of her ...
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... whirlwinds blow , Oriana , Alone I wander to and fro , Oriana . Ere the light on dark was growing , Oriana , At midnight the cock was crowing , Oriana : VOL . I. 5 Winds were blowing , waters flowing , We heard the 5 THE BALLAD OF ORIANA.
... whirlwinds blow , Oriana , Alone I wander to and fro , Oriana . Ere the light on dark was growing , Oriana , At midnight the cock was crowing , Oriana : VOL . I. 5 Winds were blowing , waters flowing , We heard the 5 THE BALLAD OF ORIANA.
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... , Gazing on thee for evermore , Serene , imperial Eleänore ! Sometimes , with most intensity Gazing , I seem to see Thought folded over thought , smiling asleep , Slowly awakened , grow so full and deep In thy 88 ELEANORE .
... , Gazing on thee for evermore , Serene , imperial Eleänore ! Sometimes , with most intensity Gazing , I seem to see Thought folded over thought , smiling asleep , Slowly awakened , grow so full and deep In thy 88 ELEANORE .
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... grow To a full face , there like a sun remain Fixed - then as slowly fade again , And draw itself to what it was before ; So full , so deep , so slow , Thought seems to come and go In thy large eyes , imperial Eleänore . As thunder ...
... grow To a full face , there like a sun remain Fixed - then as slowly fade again , And draw itself to what it was before ; So full , so deep , so slow , Thought seems to come and go In thy large eyes , imperial Eleänore . As thunder ...
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Adeline adown beneath betwixt blazoned blessed blow breast breath brow call me early Camelot cheek cloud crown dark Dear mother Ida death deep Dipt door Dora dream drew DYING SWAN Earl was fair earth Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face faint fall floating flow flowers folds thy grave forlorn garden golden prime goose green that folds hand harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hollow King Arthur kiss Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott land lean Let them rave light Lilian lips look merman moon morn never night o'er Oriana Queen rose round sang shadow shallop silver SIMEON STYLITES sing sitting sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake spirit star stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought towers Vere de Vere voice wander weary weep wild wind words
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Страница 11 - Upon the middle of the night, Waking she heard the night-fowl crow: The cock sung out an hour ere light: From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her: without hope of change, In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn, Till cold winds woke the gray-eyed morn About the lonely moated grange. She only said, " The day is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
Страница 226 - So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away.
Страница 163 - To dream and dream, like yonder amber light, 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...
Страница 79 - The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott.
Страница 37 - Over its grave i' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger-lily. ii The air is damp, and hush'd, and close, As a sick man's room when he taketh repose An hour before death ; My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves, And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath, And the year's last rose. Heavily hangs the broad...
Страница 11 - 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!
Страница 138 - So when four years were wholly finished, She threw her royal robes away. 'Make me a cottage in the vale,' she said, 'Where I may mourn and pray. 'Yet pull not down my palace towers, that are So lightly, beautifully built: Perchance I may return with others there When I have purged my guilt.
Страница 219 - What harm, undone? deep harm to disobey, Seeing obedience is the bond of rule. Were it well to obey then, if a king demand An act unprofitable, against himself?
Страница 194 - T is nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we '11 dearly rue for you. What is it we can do for you ? Speak out before you die. His face is growing sharp and thin. Alack ! our friend is gone.
Страница 158 - 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 through wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.