Poems, Том 1Edward Moxon, 1842 - 231 страница |
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... grown , Wears all day a fainter tone . I would mock thy chaunt anew ; But I cannot mimick it ; Not a whit of thy tuwhoo . Thee to woo to thy tuwhit , Thee to woo to thy tuwhit , With a lengthen❜d loud halloo , Tuwhoo , tuwhit , tuwhit ...
... grown , Wears all day a fainter tone . I would mock thy chaunt anew ; But I cannot mimick it ; Not a whit of thy tuwhoo . Thee to woo to thy tuwhit , Thee to woo to thy tuwhit , With a lengthen❜d 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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... no rest for me below , Oriana . When the long dun wolds are ribb'd with snow , And loud the Norland whirlwinds blow , Oriana , Alone I wander to and fro , Oriana . Ere the light on dark was growing , Oriana , THE BALLAD OF ORIANA.
... no rest for me below , Oriana . When the long dun wolds are ribb'd with snow , And loud the Norland whirlwinds blow , Oriana , Alone I wander to and fro , Oriana . Ere the light on dark was growing , Oriana , THE BALLAD OF ORIANA.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Ere the light on dark was growing , Oriana , At midnight the cock was crowing , Oriana : Winds were blowing , waters flowing , We heard the steeds to battle going , Oriana ; Aloud the hollow bugle blowing ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Ere the light on dark was growing , Oriana , At midnight the cock was crowing , Oriana : Winds were blowing , waters flowing , We heard the steeds to battle going , Oriana ; Aloud the hollow bugle blowing ...
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... grow so full and deep In thy large eyes , that , overpower'd quite , I cannot veil , or droop my sight , But am as nothing in its light : As though a star , in inmost heaven set , Ev'n while we gaze on it , Should slowly round his orb ...
... grow so full and deep In thy large eyes , that , overpower'd quite , I cannot veil , or droop my sight , But am as nothing in its light : As though a star , in inmost heaven set , Ev'n while we gaze on it , Should slowly round his orb ...
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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 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.