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... falling on them like a thunderbolt , She trampled some beneath her horses ' heels , And some were whelm'd with missiles of the wall , And some were push'd with lances from the rock , And part were drown'd within the whirling brook : O ...
... falling on them like a thunderbolt , She trampled some beneath her horses ' heels , And some were whelm'd with missiles of the wall , And some were push'd with lances from the rock , And part were drown'd within the whirling brook : O ...
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... fall . For so , my mother said , the story ran . And , truly , waking dreams were , more or less , An old and strange affection of the house . Myself too had weird seizures , Heaven knows what : On a sudden in the midst of men and day ...
... fall . For so , my mother said , the story ran . And , truly , waking dreams were , more or less , An old and strange affection of the house . Myself too had weird seizures , Heaven knows what : On a sudden in the midst of men and day ...
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... falling On silver anvils , and the splash and stir Of fountains spouted up and showering down In meshes of the jasmine and the rose : And all about us peal'd the nightingale , Rapt in her song , and careless of the snare . There stood a ...
... falling On silver anvils , and the splash and stir Of fountains spouted up and showering down In meshes of the jasmine and the rose : And all about us peal'd the nightingale , Rapt in her song , and careless of the snare . There stood a ...
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... falling in a land Of promise ; fruit would follow . Deep , indeed , Their debt of thanks to her who first had dared To leap the rotten pales of prejudice , Disyoke their necks from custom , and assert None lordlier than themselves but ...
... falling in a land Of promise ; fruit would follow . Deep , indeed , Their debt of thanks to her who first had dared To leap the rotten pales of prejudice , Disyoke their necks from custom , and assert None lordlier than themselves but ...
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... , Sir ? love - whispers may not breathe Within this vestal limit , and how should I , Who am not mine , say , live : the thunderbolt Hangs silent ; but prepare : I speak ; it falls . ' ' Yet pause , ' I said : ' for 40 THE PRINCESS ;
... , Sir ? love - whispers may not breathe Within this vestal limit , and how should I , Who am not mine , say , live : the thunderbolt Hangs silent ; but prepare : I speak ; it falls . ' ' Yet pause , ' I said : ' for 40 THE PRINCESS ;
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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...