The Poetical WorksHarper, 1873 - Всего страниц: 327 |
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... light To read those laws ; an accent very low In blandishment , but a most silver flow Of subtle - paced counsel in distress , Right to the heart and brain , though undescried , Winning its way with extreme gentleness Through all the ...
... light To read those laws ; an accent very low In blandishment , but a most silver flow Of subtle - paced counsel in distress , Right to the heart and brain , though undescried , Winning its way with extreme gentleness Through all the ...
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... light , Wrestled with wandering Israel , Past Yabbok brook the livelong night , And heaven's mazed signs stood still In the dim tract of Penuel . MADELINE . THOU art not steeped in golden languors , No tranced summer calm is thine ...
... light , Wrestled with wandering Israel , Past Yabbok brook the livelong night , And heaven's mazed signs stood still In the dim tract of Penuel . MADELINE . THOU art not steeped in golden languors , No tranced summer calm is thine ...
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... light Of orient state . Whilome thou camest with the morning mist , Even as a maid , whose stately brow The dew - impearled winds of dawn have kissed , When she , as thou , Stays on her floating locks the lovely freight Of overflowing ...
... light Of orient state . Whilome thou camest with the morning mist , Even as a maid , whose stately brow The dew - impearled winds of dawn have kissed , When she , as thou , Stays on her floating locks the lovely freight Of overflowing ...
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... light upon the wall Of purple cliffs , aloof descried : Come from the woods that belt the gray hill - de The seven elins , the poplars four , That stand beside my father's door , And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted ...
... light upon the wall Of purple cliffs , aloof descried : Come from the woods that belt the gray hill - de The seven elins , the poplars four , That stand beside my father's door , And chiefly from the brook that loves To purl o'er matted ...
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... the skies ? Doth the low - tongued Orient Wander from the side o ' the morn , Dripping with Sabæan spice On thy pillow , lowly bent With melodious airs lovelorn , Breathing light against thy face , While his locks a 22 22 ADELINE .
... the skies ? Doth the low - tongued Orient Wander from the side o ' the morn , Dripping with Sabæan spice On thy pillow , lowly bent With melodious airs lovelorn , Breathing light against thy face , While his locks a 22 22 ADELINE .
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Стр. 192 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Стр. 183 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought...
Стр. 344 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference, Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Стр. 90 - COURAGE!' he said, and pointed toward the land, 'This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.' In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon ; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go;...
Стр. 293 - 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.
Стр. 42 - Thro' the noises of the night She floated down to Camelot: And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott. Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly, Turned to towered Camelot.
Стр. 42 - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right The leaves upon her falling light Thro...
Стр. 125 - Which was my pride: for thou rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I...
Стр. 486 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies ; — Hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Стр. 8 - I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead ! " The sparrow's chirrup on the roof, The slow clock ticking, and the sound Which to the wooing wind aloof The poplar made, did all confound Her sense ; but most she loathed the hour When the thick-moted sunbeam lay Athwart the chambers, and the day Was sloping toward his western bower. Then, said she, " I am very dreary, He will not come...