Poetical Works, Том 1Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... arms , or power of brain , or birth , Could give the warrior kings of old , Victoria , since your Royal grace To one of less desert allows This laurel greener from the brows Of him that uttered nothing base ; And should your greatness ...
... arms , or power of brain , or birth , Could give the warrior kings of old , Victoria , since your Royal grace To one of less desert allows This laurel greener from the brows Of him that uttered nothing base ; And should your greatness ...
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... More purely , when they wish to charm Pallas and Juno sitting by : And with a sweeping of the arm , And a lack - lustre dead - blue eye , Devolved his rounded periods . IV . Most delicately hour by hour He canvassed human A CHARACTER . 25.
... More purely , when they wish to charm Pallas and Juno sitting by : And with a sweeping of the arm , And a lack - lustre dead - blue eye , Devolved his rounded periods . IV . Most delicately hour by hour He canvassed human A CHARACTER . 25.
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... arm whirled , But one poor poet's scroll , and with his word She shook the world . THE POET'S MIND . I. VEX not thou the poet's mind With thy shallow wit : Vex not thou the poet's mind ; For thou canst not fathom it . Clear and bright ...
... arm whirled , But one poor poet's scroll , and with his word She shook the world . THE POET'S MIND . I. VEX not thou the poet's mind With thy shallow wit : Vex not thou the poet's mind ; For thou canst not fathom it . Clear and bright ...
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... thy breast , Fold thine arms , turn to thy rest . Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . II . Thee nor carketh care nor slander ; Nothing 28 A DIRGE . A Dirge.
... thy breast , Fold thine arms , turn to thy rest . Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . II . Thee nor carketh care nor slander ; Nothing 28 A DIRGE . A Dirge.
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... arm , a gleaming neck , As when a sunbeam wavers warm Within the dark and dimpled beck . For you remember , you had set , That morning , on the casement's edge A long green box of mignonette , And you were leaning from the ledge : And ...
... arm , a gleaming neck , As when a sunbeam wavers warm Within the dark and dimpled beck . For you remember , you had set , That morning , on the casement's edge A long green box of mignonette , And you were leaning from the ledge : And ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON answer arms beneath betwixt blazoned blow breast breath brows Camelot cataract cheek child cloud crown Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt doors Dora dream dropt earth Edwin Morris Enone Excalibur eyes face fair fall Florian flowers flying folds forever hand happy harken ere hath head hear heard heart Heaven hollow hour king King Arthur kiss knew Lady of Shalott Lady Psyche land Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maid maiden moon morn mother Ida move murmur night o'er Oriana Princess Princess Ida Queen rode rolled rose round sang scorn seemed shadow shame SIMEON STYLITES Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul sound spake speak spoke star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought touch turned unto vext voice weary whisper wild wind woman words
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Страница 341 - ... crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So...
Страница 183 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades 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...
Страница 130 - Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere, •' Ah ! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go ? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes ? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight.
Страница 127 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: '•I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.
Страница 93 - Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whisper'd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
Страница 226 - EVE. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes are...
Страница 130 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Страница 182 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Страница 24 - THE poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above ; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw thro' life and death, thro' good and ill, He saw thro
Страница 239 - He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well,