Collected PoemsMacmillan, 1921 - 591 страница |
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... tell you what the moon already May have said or maybe shouted ever since a year ago ; I'm over here to tell you what you are , Jane Wayland , And to make you rather sorry , I should say , for being so . " - " Tell me what you're saying ...
... tell you what the moon already May have said or maybe shouted ever since a year ago ; I'm over here to tell you what you are , Jane Wayland , And to make you rather sorry , I should say , for being so . " - " Tell me what you're saying ...
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... tell . " STAFFORD'S CABIN ONCE there was a cabin here , and once there was a man ; And something happened here before my memory began . Time has made the two of them the fuel of one flame And all we have of them is now a legend and a ...
... tell . " STAFFORD'S CABIN ONCE there was a cabin here , and once there was a man ; And something happened here before my memory began . Time has made the two of them the fuel of one flame And all we have of them is now a legend and a ...
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... tell of who or what had been with Stafford there . " Stafford was a likely man with ideas of his own- Though I could never like the kind that likes to live alone ; And when you met , you found his eyes were always on your shoes , As if ...
... tell of who or what had been with Stafford there . " Stafford was a likely man with ideas of his own- Though I could never like the kind that likes to live alone ; And when you met , you found his eyes were always on your shoes , As if ...
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... tell you more , Your doubts will overmatch my labors . " This pipe would never make me calm , This bowl my grief would never drown . For grief like mine there is no balm In Gilead , or in Tilbury Town . And if I see what I can see , I ...
... tell you more , Your doubts will overmatch my labors . " This pipe would never make me calm , This bowl my grief would never drown . For grief like mine there is no balm In Gilead , or in Tilbury Town . And if I see what I can see , I ...
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... tell me ; and a most uncommon urchin He must have been to the few seeing ones- A trifle terrifying , I dare say , Discovering a world with his man's eyes , Quite as another lad might see some finches , If he looked hard and had an eye ...
... tell me ; and a most uncommon urchin He must have been to the few seeing ones- A trifle terrifying , I dare say , Discovering a world with his man's eyes , Quite as another lad might see some finches , If he looked hard and had an eye ...
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AARON STARK afraid Agravaine alive Arthur Avon Bedivere believe Brittany Broceliande Camelot child Clotho cold coming crown Dagonet dark dead death devil doubt dream earth eternal EUTYCHIDES eyes face faded faith fancy Fate fear felt fire fool forget Forgive frown Gaheris Gawaine gazed ghost glad gleam glory God's gold gone Guinevere half hand hate hear heard hell Isaac Joyous Gard King King Arthur knew Lamorak Lancelot laugh Lazarus leave light listen live look Merlin Modred never night Norcross Old King Cole once pity poor Queen Rembrandt remember Richard Cory seen shadow shining silence singing Sir Dagonet sleep smile song soon soul stars sure tears tell there's things thought Tilbury Town to-day told tonight trees truth Vivian waited wisdom woman wonder words
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Страница 76 - RICHARD CORY WHENEVER Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him : He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. , And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
Страница 318 - Miniver mourned the ripe renown That made so many a name so fragrant; He mourned Romance, now on the town, And Art, a vagrant. Miniver loved the Medici, Albeit he had never seen one; He would have sinned incessantly Could he have been one. Miniver cursed the commonplace And eyed a khaki suit with loathing; He missed the mediaeval grace Of iron clothing. Miniver scorned the gold he sought, But sore annoyed was he without it; Miniver thought, and thought, and thought, And thought about it. Miniver...
Страница 329 - And the men of the city said unto him on the seventh day before the sun went down, What is sweeter than honey ? and what is stronger than a lion...
Страница 535 - Mr. Flood's Party Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night Over the hill between the town below And the forsaken upland hermitage That held as much as he should ever know On earth again of home, paused warily. The road was his with not a native near; And Eben, having leisure, said aloud, For no man else in Tilbury Town to hear: "Well, Mr. Flood, we have the harvest moon Again, and we may not have many more; The bird is on the wing, the poet says, And you and I have said it here before. Drink to the...
Страница 28 - SHE fears him, and will always ask What fated her to choose him; She meets in his engaging mask All reasons to refuse him; But what she meets and what she fears Are less than are the downward years, Drawn slowly to the foamless weirs Of age, were she to lose him.
Страница 24 - Your fly will serve as well as anybody, And what's his hour? He flies, and flies, and flies, And in his fly's mind has a brave appearance; And then your spider gets him in her net, And eats him out, and hangs him up to dry. That's Nature, the kind mother of us all. And then your slattern housemaid swings her broom, And where's your spider? And that's Nature, also. It's Nature, and it's Nothing. It's all Nothing. It's...
Страница 329 - And after a time he returned to take her, and he turned aside to see the carcase of the lion: and, behold, there was a swarm of bees and honey in the carcase of the lion.
Страница 84 - I did not think that I should find them there When I came back again; but there they stood, As in the days they dreamed of when young blood Was in their cheeks and women called them fair. Be sure they met me with an ancient air, — And yes, there was a shop-worn brotherhood About them; but the men were just as good, And just as human as they ever were.
Страница 20 - Ben, you're a scholar, what's the time of day?" Says he : and there shines out of him again An aged light that has no age or station — The mystery that's his — a mischievous Half-mad serenity that laughs at fame For being won so easy, and at friends Who laugh at him for what he wants the most, And for his dukedom down in Warwickshire ; — By which you see we're all a little jealous.