Poems, Том 1Edward Moxon, 1842 - 231 страница |
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... VERE DE VERE THE MAY QUEEN € 118 . 132 135 5 136 155 159 THE MAY QUEEN - NEW YEAR'S EVE CONCLUSION THE LOTOS vi CONTENTS .
... VERE DE VERE THE MAY QUEEN € 118 . 132 135 5 136 155 159 THE MAY QUEEN - NEW YEAR'S EVE CONCLUSION THE LOTOS vi CONTENTS .
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... " 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 . " LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE . LADY Clara Vere de 154 THE PALACE OF ART .
... " 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 . " LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE . LADY Clara Vere de 154 THE PALACE OF ART .
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE . LADY Clara Vere de Vere , Of me you shall not win renown ; You thought to break a country heart For pastime , ere you went to town . At me you smiled , but unbeguiled I saw the ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE . LADY Clara Vere de Vere , Of me you shall not win renown ; You thought to break a country heart For pastime , ere you went to town . At me you smiled , but unbeguiled I saw the ...
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... Vere de Vere , Some meeker pupil you must find , For were you queen of all that is , I could not stoop to such a mind . You sought to prove how I could love , And my disdain ... Vere de Vere , When thus he met 156 LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE .
... Vere de Vere , Some meeker pupil you must find , For were you queen of all that is , I could not stoop to such a mind . You sought to prove how I could love , And my disdain ... Vere de Vere , When thus he met 156 LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE .
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... him with your noble birth . Trust me , Clara Vere de Vere , From yon blue heavens above us bent The gardener Adam and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent . Howe'er it be , it seems to me , ' LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE . 157.
... him with your noble birth . Trust me , Clara Vere de Vere , From yon blue heavens above us bent The gardener Adam and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent . Howe'er it be , it seems to me , ' LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE . 157.
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Adeline adown ambrosial ARABIAN NIGHTS beauty beneath blow breath brow call me early Camelot cheek cloud dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep dream DYING SWAN Earl was fair earth 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 mermen merrily mind moan moon morn night o'er Oriana POEMS Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow shallop silent silver sing sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake spirit star stept sweet Sweet Alice tears thee thine thou thought throne turret and tree Vere de Vere voice wander weary weep wild wind wold
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Страница 86 - ... 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 158 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Страница 175 - 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 182 - Before them of the ten years' war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things. Is there confusion in the little isle? Let what is broken so remain. The Gods are hard to reconcile: 'Tis hard to settle order once again. There is confusion worse than death, Trouble on trouble, pain on pain, Long...
Страница 46 - THE poet in a golden clime was born, W.ith golden stars above ; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
Страница 213 - Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll 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. Close up his eyes : tie up his chin : Step from the corpse, and let him in That standeth there alone, And waiteth at the door. There's a new foot on the floor, my friend, And a new face at the door, my friend, A new face at the door.
Страница 183 - We have had enough of action, and of motion we, Roll'd to starboard, roll'd to larboard, when the surge was seething free, Where the wallowing monster spouted his foamfountains in the sea. Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
Страница 162 - The night-winds come and go, mother, upon the meadow-grass, And the happy stars above them seem to brighten as they pass ; There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the livelong day, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Страница 161 - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the green, And you'll be there too, mother, to see me made the Queen ; For the shepherd lads on every side 'ill come from far away, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Страница 78 - Camelot; And up and down the people go Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.