Poems, Том 2Edward Moxon, Dover Street., 1843 - 231 страница |
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... brings not back the Mastodon , Nor we those times ; and why should any man Remodel models rather than the life ? And these twelve books of mine ( to speak the truth ) Were faint Homeric echoes , nothing worth , Mere chaff and draff ...
... brings not back the Mastodon , Nor we those times ; and why should any man Remodel models rather than the life ? And these twelve books of mine ( to speak the truth ) Were faint Homeric echoes , nothing worth , Mere chaff and draff ...
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... this also shall be known : But now delay not : take Excalibur , And fling him far into the middle meer : Watch what thou seëst , and lightly bring me word . " To him replied the bold Sir Bedivere : " It MORTE D'ARTHUR . 5.
... this also shall be known : But now delay not : take Excalibur , And fling him far into the middle meer : Watch what thou seëst , and lightly bring me word . " To him replied the bold Sir Bedivere : " It MORTE D'ARTHUR . 5.
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... bring thee word . " So saying , from the ruin'd shrine he stept And in the moon athwart the place of tombs , Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men , Old knights , and over them the sea - wind sang Shrill , chill , with flakes of ...
... bring thee word . " So saying , from the ruin'd shrine he stept And in the moon athwart the place of tombs , Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men , Old knights , and over them the sea - wind sang Shrill , chill , with flakes of ...
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... charge thee , quickly go again As thou art lief and dear , and do the thing I bad thee , watch , and lightly bring me word . " Then went Sir Bedivere the second time , Counting the dewy pebbles , fix'd in thought ; But MORTE D'ARTHUR . 7.
... charge thee , quickly go again As thou art lief and dear , and do the thing I bad thee , watch , and lightly bring me word . " Then went Sir Bedivere the second time , Counting the dewy pebbles , fix'd in thought ; But MORTE D'ARTHUR . 7.
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... bring the colour to my cheek ; A thought would fill my eyes with happy dew ; Love trebled life within me , and with each The year increased . The daughters of the year , One after one , thro ' that still garden pass'd : Each garlanded ...
... bring the colour to my cheek ; A thought would fill my eyes with happy dew ; Love trebled life within me , and with each The year increased . The daughters of the year , One after one , thro ' that still garden pass'd : Each garlanded ...
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Alice the nurse answer'd beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag cubits dark dipt Dora dream earth Ellen Adair Eustace Excalibur eyes face fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone gray grew hand happy heard heart Heaven high dial hope hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare last embrace laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald mind moon moorland morn never night o'er pass'd passion QUEEN GUINEVERE replied rose round saints seem'd shade Simeon SIMEON STYLITES sleep slow light song soul sound spake speak stars stept summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought thousand summers thrice thro thy dreams touch'd truth turn'd unto vapour Vext village maid voice whisper wife wind wither'd words yonder
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