Lyrical Poems ...Macmillan and Company, Limited, 1899 - 270 страница |
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... seem'd to start in pain , Resolved on noble things , and strove to speak , As when a great thought strikes along the brain , And flushes all the cheek . And once my arm was lifted to hew down A cavalier from off his saddle - bow , That ...
... seem'd to start in pain , Resolved on noble things , and strove to speak , As when a great thought strikes along the brain , And flushes all the cheek . And once my arm was lifted to hew down A cavalier from off his saddle - bow , That ...
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... seem'd To hang on tiptoe , tossing up A cloud of incense of all odour steam'd From out a golden cup . So that she thought , ' And who shall gaze upon My palace with unblinded eyes , While this great bow will waver in the sun , And that ...
... seem'd To hang on tiptoe , tossing up A cloud of incense of all odour steam'd From out a golden cup . So that she thought , ' And who shall gaze upon My palace with unblinded eyes , While this great bow will waver in the sun , And that ...
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... seem'd all dark and red - a tract of sand , And some one pacing there alone , Who paced for ever in a glimmering land , Lit with a low large moon . One show'd an iron coast and angry waves . You seem'd to hear them climb and fall And ...
... seem'd all dark and red - a tract of sand , And some one pacing there alone , Who paced for ever in a glimmering land , Lit with a low large moon . One show'd an iron coast and angry waves . You seem'd to hear them climb and fall And ...
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... seem'd my soul , ' Mid onward - sloping motions infinite Making for one sure goal . A still salt pool , lock'd in with bars of sand , Left on the shore ; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon ...
... seem'd my soul , ' Mid onward - sloping motions infinite Making for one sure goal . A still salt pool , lock'd in with bars of sand , Left on the shore ; that hears all night The plunging seas draw backward from the land Their moon ...
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... seem'd to hear the dully sound Of human footsteps fall . As in strange lands a traveller walking slow , In doubt and great perplexity , A little before moon - rise hears the low Moan of an unknown sea ; And knows not if it be thunder ...
... seem'd to hear the dully sound Of human footsteps fall . As in strange lands a traveller walking slow , In doubt and great perplexity , A little before moon - rise hears the low Moan of an unknown sea ; And knows not if it be thunder ...
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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...