Poems, Том 2W.D. Ticknor, 1842 - 231 страница |
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... blowing forward , bore King Arthur like a modern gentleman Of stateliest port ; and all the people cried , " Arthur is come again : he cannot die . ” Then those that stood upon the hills behind Repeated " Come again , and thrice as fair ...
... blowing forward , bore King Arthur like a modern gentleman Of stateliest port ; and all the people cried , " Arthur is come again : he cannot die . ” Then those that stood upon the hills behind Repeated " Come again , and thrice as fair ...
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... day we went To see her . All the land in flowery squares , Beneath a broad and equal - blowing wind , Smelt of the coming summer , as one large cloud Drew downward : but all else of Heaven was pure 22 THE GARDENER'S DAUGHTER ;
... day we went To see her . All the land in flowery squares , Beneath a broad and equal - blowing wind , Smelt of the coming summer , as one large cloud Drew downward : but all else of Heaven was pure 22 THE GARDENER'S DAUGHTER ;
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... , Is three times worth them all ; XIX . " For those and theirs , by Nature's law , Have faded long ago ; But in these latter springs I saw Your own Olivia blow , XX . " From when she gamboll'd on the greens 68 THE TALKING OAK .
... , Is three times worth them all ; XIX . " For those and theirs , by Nature's law , Have faded long ago ; But in these latter springs I saw Your own Olivia blow , XX . " From when she gamboll'd on the greens 68 THE TALKING OAK .
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... blow The sound of minster bells . LXIX . The fat earth feed thy branchy root , That under deeply strikes ! The northern morning o'er thee shoot , High up , in silver spikes ! LXX . Nor ever lightning char thy grain , But , rolling as in ...
... blow The sound of minster bells . LXIX . The fat earth feed thy branchy root , That under deeply strikes ! The northern morning o'er thee shoot , High up , in silver spikes ! LXX . Nor ever lightning char thy grain , But , rolling as in ...
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... all the compass shift and blow , Made war upon each other for an hour , Till pity won . She sent a herald forth , And bad him cry , with sound of trumpet , all VOL . II . 8 The hard condition ; but that she would loose The GODIVA . 113.
... all the compass shift and blow , Made war upon each other for an hour , Till pity won . She sent a herald forth , And bad him cry , with sound of trumpet , all VOL . II . 8 The hard condition ; but that she would loose The GODIVA . 113.
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Alice the nurse AMPHION answer'd art thou beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag dark death dipt Dora dream earth Edward Gray Ellen Adair Eustace Evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone grew hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven hope hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald mind moon moorland morn never night o'er pass'd praise QUEEN GUINEVERE replied rose round saints seem'd shade SIMEON STYLITES SIR LAUNCELOT sleep song soul sound spake speak stars stept summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought thrice thro thy dreams touch'd truth turn'd unto vapour Vext village maid voice whisper wife wind wither'd wonder words
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Страница 105 - From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue ; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunderstorm ; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Страница 174 - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Страница 89 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades 10 Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers.
Страница 104 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new : That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
Страница 11 - And caught him by the hilt, and brandish'd him Three times, and drew him under in the mere. And lightly went the other to the King. Then spoke King Arthur, drawing thicker breath : 'Now see I by thine eyes that this is done. Speak out: what is it thou hast heard, or seen?
Страница 93 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Страница 7 - And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: "I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.
Страница 229 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
Страница 106 - Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
Страница 4 - The sequel of to-day unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights Whereof this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep — the men I loved.