Lyrical Poems ...Macmillan and Company, Limited, 1899 - 270 страница |
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... move Me from my bliss of life , that Nature gave , Lower'd softly with a threefold cord of love Down to a silent grave . ' And I went mourning , " No fair Hebrew boy Shall smile away my maiden blame among The Hebrew mothers " -emptied ...
... move Me from my bliss of life , that Nature gave , Lower'd softly with a threefold cord of love Down to a silent grave . ' And I went mourning , " No fair Hebrew boy Shall smile away my maiden blame among The Hebrew mothers " -emptied ...
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... No memory labours longer from the deep Gold - mines of thought to lift the hidden ore That glimpses , moving up , than I from sleep To gather and tell o'er Each little sound and sight . With what dull pain IO A Dream of Fair Women.
... No memory labours longer from the deep Gold - mines of thought to lift the hidden ore That glimpses , moving up , than I from sleep To gather and tell o'er Each little sound and sight . With what dull pain IO A Dream of Fair Women.
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... Moved of themselves , with silver sound ; And with choice paintings of wise men I hung The royal dais round . For there was Milton like a seraph strong , Beside him Shakespeare bland and mild ; And there the world - worn Dante grasp'd ...
... Moved of themselves , with silver sound ; And with choice paintings of wise men I hung The royal dais round . For there was Milton like a seraph strong , Beside him Shakespeare bland and mild ; And there the world - worn Dante grasp'd ...
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... white . A star that with the choral starry dance Join'd not , but stood , and standing saw The hollow orb of moving Circumstance Roll'd round by one fix'd law . Back on herself her serpent pride had curl'd . ' 18 The Palace of Art.
... white . A star that with the choral starry dance Join'd not , but stood , and standing saw The hollow orb of moving Circumstance Roll'd round by one fix'd law . Back on herself her serpent pride had curl'd . ' 18 The Palace of Art.
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... move : Such a one do I remember , whom to look at was to love . Can I think of her as dead , and love her for the love she bore ? No - she never loved me truly love is love for ever- more . Comfort ? comfort scorn'd of devils ! this is ...
... move : Such a one do I remember , whom to look at was to love . Can I think of her as dead , and love her for the love she bore ? No - she never loved me truly love is love for ever- more . Comfort ? comfort scorn'd of devils ! this is ...
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Alfred Tennyson Arthur Hallam beän beat blood blow breast breath brows Camelot campanili Cardamine pratensis Clara Vere Cyperus longus dark dead dear death deep dream dying earth eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair faith fall flower FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE glory golden grief hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill honour Isle kiss kiss'd Lady of Shalott land Lariano light lips little birdie live look look'd Lord Lyrical Margaret Roper Maud mind moon morn mother mysen never night o'er pain Palace of Art peace Poems proputty Queen rest Ring Rizpah roll'd rose round sail'd seem'd shadow shame silent sing sleep song soul sound spirit star summer sweet tears thee theer thine things thou thought thro truth turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice weänt weary weep whisper wild wind yonder
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Страница 157 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Страница 103 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Страница 227 - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Страница 243 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good.
Страница 22 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Страница 145 - What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day ? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day ? Baby says, like little birdie, Let me rise and fly away.
Страница 103 - The splendor falls on castle 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.
Страница 29 - I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish uncle's ward. Or to burst all links of habit — there to wander far away, On from island unto island at ,the gateways of the day. Larger constellations burning, mellow moons and happy skies, Breadths of tropic shade and palms in cluster, knots of Paradise.
Страница 227 - Old Yew, which graspest at the stones That name the under-lying dead, Thy fibres net the dreamless head, Thy roots are wrapt about the bones. The seasons bring the flower again, And bring the firstling to the flock ; And in the dusk of thee, the clock Beats out the little lives of men.
Страница 30 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range. Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. Thro...