Poems, Том 1Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1851 - 261 страница |
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... mother plant in semblance , grew A flower all gold , And bravely furnished all abroad to fling The winged shafts of truth , To throng with stately blooms the breathing spring Of Hope and Youth . So many minds did gird their orbs with ...
... mother plant in semblance , grew A flower all gold , And bravely furnished all abroad to fling The winged shafts of truth , To throng with stately blooms the breathing spring Of Hope and Youth . So many minds did gird their orbs with ...
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... Mother , give me grace To help me of my weary load . " And on the liquid mirror glowed The clear perfection of her face . " Is this the form , ” she made her moan , " That won his praises night and morn ? And " Ah , " she said , " but I ...
... Mother , give me grace To help me of my weary load . " And on the liquid mirror glowed The clear perfection of her face . " Is this the form , ” she made her moan , " That won his praises night and morn ? And " Ah , " she said , " but I ...
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... Mother , let me not here alone Live forgotten , and die forlorn . " VI . And , rising , from her bosom drew Old letters , breathing of her worth , For " Love , " they said , " must needs be true , To what is loveliest upon earth . ” An ...
... Mother , let me not here alone Live forgotten , and die forlorn . " VI . And , rising , from her bosom drew Old letters , breathing of her worth , For " Love , " they said , " must needs be true , To what is loveliest upon earth . ” An ...
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... mother thought , What ails the boy ? For I was altered , and began To move about the house with joy , And with the certain step of man . I loved the brimming wave that swam Through quiet meadows round the mill , The sleepy pool above ...
... mother thought , What ails the boy ? For I was altered , and began To move about the house with joy , And with the certain step of man . I loved the brimming wave that swam Through quiet meadows round the mill , The sleepy pool above ...
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... And so it was half - sly , half - shy , You would , and would not , little one ! Although I pleaded tenderly , And you and I were all alone . And slowly was my mother brought To yield consent to THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER . 97.
... And so it was half - sly , half - shy , You would , and would not , little one ! Although I pleaded tenderly , And you and I were all alone . And slowly was my mother brought To yield consent to THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER . 97.
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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.