English Poetry..: With Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Том 3P.F. Collier & son, 1896 |
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... WALL WAGES THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE THE REVENGE · RIZPAH TO VIRGIL MAUD CROSSING THE Bar · RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES , LORD HOUGHTON SONNET 989 PAGE 997 · 1002 1002 . 1003 • 1004 • 1004 • 1005 1006 1006 1006 · • 1007 .1007 • 1009 ...
... WALL WAGES THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE THE REVENGE · RIZPAH TO VIRGIL MAUD CROSSING THE Bar · RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES , LORD HOUGHTON SONNET 989 PAGE 997 · 1002 1002 . 1003 • 1004 • 1004 • 1005 1006 1006 1006 · • 1007 .1007 • 1009 ...
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... walls , and four gray towers , Overlook a space of flowers , And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott . By the margin , willow - veil'd , Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses ; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken ...
... walls , and four gray towers , Overlook a space of flowers , And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott . By the margin , willow - veil'd , Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses ; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken ...
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... wall and gallery , A gleaming shape she floated by , Dead - pale between the houses high , Silent into Camelot . Out upon the wharfs they came , Knight and burgher , lord and dame , And round the prow they read her name , The Lady of ...
... wall and gallery , A gleaming shape she floated by , Dead - pale between the houses high , Silent into Camelot . Out upon the wharfs they came , Knight and burgher , lord and dame , And round the prow they read her name , The Lady of ...
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... walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes , And the wild cataract leaps in glory . Blow , bugle , blow , set the wild echoes flying , Blow , bugle ; answer , echoes , dying , dying , dying . O hark ...
... walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes , And the wild cataract leaps in glory . Blow , bugle , blow , set the wild echoes flying , Blow , bugle ; answer , echoes , dying , dying , dying . O hark ...
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... wall , Where the dying night - lamp flickers , and the shadows rise and fall . Then a hand shall pass before thee , pointing to his drunken sleep , To thy widow'd marriage - pillows , to the tears that thou wilt weep . Thou shalt hear ...
... wall , Where the dying night - lamp flickers , and the shadows rise and fall . Then a hand shall pass before thee , pointing to his drunken sleep , To thy widow'd marriage - pillows , to the tears that thou wilt weep . Thou shalt hear ...
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Acadian ANNABEL LEE arms beat beauty bells beneath bird blow breast breath Camelot chee cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep door dream earth Evangeline Excalibur eyes face fair fear feet flowers friends gleaming golden gone grave hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Itylus Ivy green King King Arthur Lady of Shalott land laugh leaves light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maiden marshes of Glynn Maud meadows moon morning never Nevermore night o'er Pioneers prayer quoth Quoth the Raven Ravelston rest rose round sail shadow shining ships shore Sidney Lanier sigh silent sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood strong sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro unto Vext village voice wave weary whisper wild wind wonder word youth
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Страница 1006 - 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...
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Страница 1026 - 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. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.