The Poetical WorksHarper, 1873 - Всего страниц: 327 |
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... At the Window 471 Gone Winter 472 472 Spring 473 The Letter No Answer No Answer 473 474 475 The Answer Ay W1 _k . ? 475 475 476 Marriage Morning 477 Miscellaneous . Northern Farmer ( New Style ) The Victim viii CONTENTS .
... At the Window 471 Gone Winter 472 472 Spring 473 The Letter No Answer No Answer 473 474 475 The Answer Ay W1 _k . ? 475 475 476 Marriage Morning 477 Miscellaneous . Northern Farmer ( New Style ) The Victim viii CONTENTS .
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... morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She drew her casement - curtain by , And glanced athwart the glooming flats . She only said , " The night is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ...
... morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark did trance the sky , She drew her casement - curtain by , And glanced athwart the glooming flats . She only said , " The night is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ...
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... morn About the lonely moated grange . She only said , " The day is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! " IV . About a stone - cast from the wall A sluice with blackened ...
... morn About the lonely moated grange . She only said , " The day is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! " IV . About a stone - cast from the wall A sluice with blackened ...
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... morn Roof not a glance so keen as thine : If aught of prophecy be mine , Thou wilt not live in vain . Low - cowering shall the Sophist sit ; Falsehood shall bare her plaited brow : Fair - fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling ...
... morn Roof not a glance so keen as thine : If aught of prophecy be mine , Thou wilt not live in vain . Low - cowering shall the Sophist sit ; Falsehood shall bare her plaited brow : Fair - fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling ...
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... morn , Adown the Tigris I was borne , By Bagdat's shrines of fretted gold , High - walled gardens green and old ; True Mussulman was I and sworn , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . II . Anight my shallop ...
... morn , Adown the Tigris I was borne , By Bagdat's shrines of fretted gold , High - walled gardens green and old ; True Mussulman was I and sworn , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . II . Anight my shallop ...
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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...