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... night , Waking she heard the night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her : without hope of change , In sleep she seemed to walk forlorn , Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed ...
... night , Waking she heard the night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her : without hope of change , In sleep she seemed to walk forlorn , Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed ...
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... night in night I enter'd , from the clearer light , Imbower'd vauits of pillar'd palm , Imprisoning sweets , which as they clomb Heavenward , were stay'd beneath the dome Of hollow boughs . - A goodly time , For it was in the golden ...
... night in night I enter'd , from the clearer light , Imbower'd vauits of pillar'd palm , Imprisoning sweets , which as they clomb Heavenward , were stay'd beneath the dome Of hollow boughs . - A goodly time , For it was in the golden ...
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... night new - risen , that marvellous time , To celebrate the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . Then stole I up , and trancedly Gazed on the Persian girl alone , Serene with argent - lidded eyes Amorous , and lashes like to rays Of ...
... night new - risen , that marvellous time , To celebrate the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . Then stole I up , and trancedly Gazed on the Persian girl alone , Serene with argent - lidded eyes Amorous , and lashes like to rays Of ...
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... night it is ever drawn From the brain of the purple mountain Which stands in the distance yonder : It springs on a level of bowery lawn , And the mountain draws it from Heaven above , And it sings a song of undying love ; And yet , tho ...
... night it is ever drawn From the brain of the purple mountain Which stands in the distance yonder : It springs on a level of bowery lawn , And the mountain draws it from Heaven above , And it sings a song of undying love ; And yet , tho ...
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... night , Oriana , Ere I rode into the fight , Oriana , While blissful tears blinded my sight By star - shine and by moonlight , Oriana , I to thee my troth did plight , Oriana . She stood upon the castle wall , Oriana : She watch'd my ...
... night , Oriana , Ere I rode into the fight , Oriana , While blissful tears blinded my sight By star - shine and by moonlight , Oriana , I to thee my troth did plight , Oriana . She stood upon the castle wall , Oriana : She watch'd my ...
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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.