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... dear . " All Things will Die .. 239 V. SPRING 253 Hero to Leander .. The Mystic .... 239 " Birds ' love and birds ' song . " 240 VI . THE LETTER ..... 253 very early ... Lost Hope ... The Grasshopper . Love , Pride , and Forgetfulness ...
... dear . " All Things will Die .. 239 V. SPRING 253 Hero to Leander .. The Mystic .... 239 " Birds ' love and birds ' song . " 240 VI . THE LETTER ..... 253 very early ... Lost Hope ... The Grasshopper . Love , Pride , and Forgetfulness ...
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... dear , so dear , That I would be the jewel That trembles at her ear : For hid in ringlets day and night , I'd touch her neck so warm and white . And I would be the girdle About her dainty , dainty waist , And her heart would beat ...
... dear , so dear , That I would be the jewel That trembles at her ear : For hid in ringlets day and night , I'd touch her neck so warm and white . And I would be the girdle About her dainty , dainty waist , And her heart would beat ...
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... dear - who wrought Two spirits to one equal mind- With blessings beyond hope or thought , With blessings which no words can find . Arise , and let us wander forth , To yon old mill across the wolds ; For look , the sunset , south and ...
... dear - who wrought Two spirits to one equal mind- With blessings beyond hope or thought , With blessings which no words can find . Arise , and let us wander forth , To yon old mill across the wolds ; For look , the sunset , south and ...
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... Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die . It was the deep midnoon : one silvery cloud Had lost his way between the piny sides Of this long glen . Then to the bower they came , Naked they came to that smooth - swarded bower , And at their ...
... Dear mother Ida , hearken ere I die . It was the deep midnoon : one silvery cloud Had lost his way between the piny sides Of this long glen . Then to the bower they came , Naked they came to that smooth - swarded bower , And at their ...
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... Dear soul , for all is well . " A huge crag - platform , smooth as burnish'd brass , I chose . The ranged ramparts bright From level meadow - bases of deep grass Suddenly scaled the light . Thereon I built it firm . Of ledge or shelf ...
... Dear soul , for all is well . " A huge crag - platform , smooth as burnish'd brass , I chose . The ranged ramparts bright From level meadow - bases of deep grass Suddenly scaled the light . Thereon I built it firm . Of ledge or shelf ...
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Стр. 59 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel : I will drink Life to the lees...
Стр. 93 - 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. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Стр. 128 - 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.
Стр. 61 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to 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.
Стр. 60 - We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Стр. 90 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Стр. 38 - Like a tale of little meaning tho' the words are strong; Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil. Sow the seed, and reap the harvest with enduring toil, Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine and oil; Till they perish and they...
Стр. 228 - Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet— Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet. God...
Стр. 112 - Mayst seem to have reach'da purer air, Whose faith has centre everywhere, Nor cares to fix itself to form, Leave thou thy sister when she prays, Her early Heaven, her happy views; Nor thou with shadow'd hint confuse A life that leads melodious days. Her faith thro...
Стр. 48 - The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh. But now the whole Round Table is dissolved Which was an image of the mighty world; And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.