Poems, Том 1Edward Moxon, Dover Street, 1843 - 231 страница |
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... breath Of the fading edges of box beneath , And the year's last rose . Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock , Heavily hangs the tiger - lily . ADELINE . MYSTERY of ...
... breath Of the fading edges of box beneath , And the year's last rose . Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock , Heavily hangs the tiger - lily . ADELINE . MYSTERY of ...
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... breath Of the lilies at sunrise ? Wherefore that faint smile of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? Some honey - converse feeds thy mind , Some spirit of a crimson rose In love with thee forgets to close His curtains , wasting odorous ...
... breath Of the lilies at sunrise ? Wherefore that faint smile of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? Some honey - converse feeds thy mind , Some spirit of a crimson rose In love with thee forgets to close His curtains , wasting odorous ...
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... Breathing Light against thy face , While his locks a - dropping twined Round thy neck in subtle ring Make a carcanet of rays , And ye talk together still , In the language wherewith Spring Letters cowslips on the hill ? Hence that look ...
... Breathing Light against thy face , While his locks a - dropping twined Round thy neck in subtle ring Make a carcanet of rays , And ye talk together still , In the language wherewith Spring Letters cowslips on the hill ? Hence that look ...
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... flower all gold , And bravely furnish'd 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 beams , THE POET . 47.
... flower all gold , And bravely furnish'd 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 beams , THE POET . 47.
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... breath Which would blight the plants . Where you stand you cannot hear From the groves within The wild - bird's din . In the heart of the garden the merry bird chants , It would fall to the ground if you came in . In the middle leaps a ...
... breath Which would blight the plants . Where you stand you cannot hear From the groves within The wild - bird's din . In the heart of the garden the merry bird chants , It would fall to the ground if you came in . In the middle leaps a ...
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Adeline adown ALFRED TENNYSON ARABIAN NIGHTS aweary beauty beneath blow breath brow call me early Camelot cheek cloud dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep divine DOVER STREET dream DYING SWAN Earl was fair earth EDWARD MOXON Eleänore Enone evermore eyes faint fall flame floating flowers folds thy grave forlorn gazing golden prime goose green that folds harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard 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 New-year night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow 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 weep wild wind wold
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Страница 170 - ... wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land: far off, three mountain-tops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flush'd: and, dew'd with showery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. The charmed sunset linger'd low adown In the red West: thro...
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 72 - To look down to Camelot She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear.
Страница 180 - Those far-renowned brides of ancient song Peopled the hollow dark, like burning stars, And I heard sounds of insult, shame, and wrong, And trumpets blown for wars...
Страница 212 - Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul, While the stars burn, the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet ; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
Страница 5 - 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 155 - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. The honeysuckle round the porch has wov'n its wavy bowers, And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers ; And the wild marsh-marigold shines like fire in swamps and hollows gray, And I 'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I 'm to be Queen o
Страница 76 - The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot : And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott.
Страница 172 - THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
Страница 153 - You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear ; To-morrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the glad New year ; Of all the glad New-year, mother, the maddest merriest day; For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o