Lyrical Poems ...Macmillan and Company, Limited, 1899 - 270 страница |
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... rest ; A million wrinkles carved his skin ; A hundred winters snow'd upon his breast , From cheek and throat and chin . Above , the fair hall - ceiling stately - set Many an arch high up did lift , And angels rising and descending met ...
... rest ; A million wrinkles carved his skin ; A hundred winters snow'd upon his breast , From cheek and throat and chin . Above , the fair hall - ceiling stately - set Many an arch high up did lift , And angels rising and descending met ...
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... 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 . Here about the beach I wander'd ...
... 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 . Here about the beach I wander'd ...
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... distance in the ringing of thine ears ; And an eye shall vex thee , looking ancient kindness on thy pain . Turn thee , turn thee on thy pillow : get thee to thy rest again . Nay , but Nature brings thee solace ; for a 24 Locksley Hall.
... distance in the ringing of thine ears ; And an eye shall vex thee , looking ancient kindness on thy pain . Turn thee , turn thee on thy pillow : get thee to thy rest again . Nay , but Nature brings thee solace ; for a 24 Locksley Hall.
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... rest . Baby fingers , waxen touches , press me from the mother's breast . O , the child too clothes the father with a dearness not his due . Half is thine and half is his : it will be worthy of the two . O , I see thee old and formal ...
... rest . Baby fingers , waxen touches , press me from the mother's breast . O , the child too clothes the father with a dearness not his due . Half is thine and half is his : it will be worthy of the two . O , I see thee old and formal ...
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... rest . Hark , my merry comrades call me , sounding on the bugle - horn , They to whom my foolish passion were a target for their scorn : Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string ? I am shamed thro ' all my nature ...
... rest . Hark , my merry comrades call me , sounding on the bugle - horn , They to whom my foolish passion were a target for their scorn : Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string ? I am shamed thro ' all my nature ...
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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...