The Holy Grail and Other PoemsFields, Osgood & Company, 1870 - Всего страниц: 202 |
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... moons , King Uther died himself , Moaning and wailing for an heir to rule After him , lest the realm should go to wrack . And that same night , the night of the new year , By reason of the bitterness and grief That vext his mother , all ...
... moons , King Uther died himself , Moaning and wailing for an heir to rule After him , lest the realm should go to wrack . And that same night , the night of the new year , By reason of the bitterness and grief That vext his mother , all ...
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... moon : And toward him spurr'd and hail'd him , and he me , And each made joy of either ; then he ask'd , ، Where is he ? hast thou seen him ' Once , ' - Lancelot ? ' Said good Sir Bors , ' he dash'd across me - mad , And maddening what ...
... moon : And toward him spurr'd and hail'd him , and he me , And each made joy of either ; then he ask'd , ، Where is he ? hast thou seen him ' Once , ' - Lancelot ? ' Said good Sir Bors , ' he dash'd across me - mad , And maddening what ...
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... moon and all the stars ; And the wind fell , and on the seventh night I heard the shingle grinding in the surge , And felt the boat shock earth , and looking up Behold the enchanted towers of Carbonek . A castle like a rock upon a rock ...
... moon and all the stars ; And the wind fell , and on the seventh night I heard the shingle grinding in the surge , And felt the boat shock earth , and looking up Behold the enchanted towers of Carbonek . A castle like a rock upon a rock ...
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... moon Thro ' the tall oriel on the rolling sea . But always in the quiet house I heard , Clear as a lark , high o'er me as a lark , A sweet voice singing in the topmost tower To the eastward : up I climb'd a thousand steps With pain : as ...
... moon Thro ' the tall oriel on the rolling sea . But always in the quiet house I heard , Clear as a lark , high o'er me as a lark , A sweet voice singing in the topmost tower To the eastward : up I climb'd a thousand steps With pain : as ...
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... moon With promise of large light on woods and ways . The night was hot : he could not rest , but rode Ere midnight to her walls , and bound his horse Hard by the gates . Wide open were the gates , And no watch kept ; and in thro ' these ...
... moon With promise of large light on woods and ways . The night was hot : he could not rest , but rode Ere midnight to her walls , and bound his horse Hard by the gates . Wide open were the gates , And no watch kept ; and in thro ' these ...
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Стр. 144 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Стр. 143 - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Стр. 141 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels. — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Стр. 165 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I 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. 143 - Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere, "Ah! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight.
Стр. 130 - And bore him to a chapel nigh the field, A broken chancel with a broken cross, That stood on a dark strait of barren land: On one side...
Стр. 135 - And if indeed I cast the brand away, Surely a precious thing, one worthy note, Should thus be lost for ever from the earth, Which might have pleased the eyes of many men.
Стр. 138 - The great brand Made lightnings in the splendour of the moon, And flashing round and round, and whirl'd in an arch, Shot like a streamer of the northern morn, Seen where the moving isles of winter shock By night, with noises of the northern sea. So...
Стр. 145 - So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. But when that moan had past for evermore, The stillness of the dead world's winter dawn Amazed him, and he groan'd, "The King is gone.
Стр. 142 - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, 'Place me in the barge,