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... blowing bosks of wilderness , We gain'd the mother - city thick with towers , And in the imperial palace found the king . His name was Gama ; crack'd and small his voice , But bland the smile that like a wrinkling wind On glassy water ...
... blowing bosks of wilderness , We gain'd the mother - city thick with towers , And in the imperial palace found the king . His name was Gama ; crack'd and small his voice , But bland the smile that like a wrinkling wind On glassy water ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... blowing ! Blow , let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow , bugle ; answer , echoes , dying , dying , dying . O love , they die in yon rich sky , They faint on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul , And grow ...
... blowing ! Blow , let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow , bugle ; answer , echoes , dying , dying , dying . O love , they die in yon rich sky , They faint on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul , And grow ...
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... blow , He sees his brood about thy knee ; The next , like fire he meets the foe , And strikes him dead for thine and thee . So Lilia sang we thought her half - possess'd , She struck such warbling fury thro ' the words ; And , after ...
... blow , He sees his brood about thy knee ; The next , like fire he meets the foe , And strikes him dead for thine and thee . So Lilia sang we thought her half - possess'd , She struck such warbling fury thro ' the words ; And , after ...
Стр. 119
... them rose a cry As if to greet the king ; they made a halt ; The horses yell'd ; they clash'd their arms ; the drum Beat ; merrily - blowing shrill'd the martial fife ; And in the blast and bray of the long horn A MEDLEY . 119.
... them rose a cry As if to greet the king ; they made a halt ; The horses yell'd ; they clash'd their arms ; the drum Beat ; merrily - blowing shrill'd the martial fife ; And in the blast and bray of the long horn A MEDLEY . 119.
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Стр. 136 - Took the face-cloth from the face; Yet she neither moved nor wept. Rose a nurse of ninety years, Set his child upon her knee — Like summer tempest came her tears — " Sweet my child, I live for thee.
Стр. 174 - Happy he With such a mother ! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and tho' he trip and fall He shall not blind his soul with clay.
Стр. 74 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow,...
Стр. 76 - 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.
Стр. 79 - O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South, Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her, tell her, what I tell to thee.
Стр. 74 - THE splendour 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. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 180 - Britain, whole within herself, A nation yet, the rulers and the ruled — Some sense of duty, something of a faith, Some reverence for the laws ourselves have made, Some patient force to change them when we will, Some civic manhood firm against the crowd...
Стр. 77 - On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Стр. 77 - ... 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. 8 - Flowers of all heavens, and lovelier than their names, Grew side by side ; and on the pavement lay Carved stones of the Abbey-ruin in the park, Huge Ammonites, and the first bones of Time ; And on the tables every clime and age - Jumbled together ; celts and calumets, Claymore and snowshoe, toys in lava, fans Of sandal, amber, ancient rosaries, Laborious orient ivory sphere in sphere, The cursed Malayan crease, and battle-clubs From the isles of palm : and higher on the walls, Betwixt the monstrous...