Poems, Том 2Edward Moxon, Dover Street., 1843 - Всего страниц: 231 |
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... yonder hilt . Then with both hands I flung him , wheeling him ; But when I look'd again , behold an arm , Clothed in white samite , mystic , wonderful , That caught him by the hilt , and brandish'd him Three times , and drew him under ...
... yonder hilt . Then with both hands I flung him , wheeling him ; But when I look'd again , behold an arm , Clothed in white samite , mystic , wonderful , That caught him by the hilt , and brandish'd him Three times , and drew him under ...
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... yonder mountain side . My right leg chain'd into the crag , I lay Pent in a roofless close of ragged stones ; Inswath'd sometimes in wandering mist , and twice Black'd with thy branding thunder , and sometimes Sucking the damps for ...
... yonder mountain side . My right leg chain'd into the crag , I lay Pent in a roofless close of ragged stones ; Inswath'd sometimes in wandering mist , and twice Black'd with thy branding thunder , and sometimes Sucking the damps for ...
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... yonder mountain side . My right leg chain'd into the crag , I lay Pent in a roofless close of ragged stones ; Inswath'd sometimes in wandering mist , and twice Black'd with thy branding thunder , and sometimes Sucking the damps for ...
... yonder mountain side . My right leg chain'd into the crag , I lay Pent in a roofless close of ragged stones ; Inswath'd sometimes in wandering mist , and twice Black'd with thy branding thunder , and sometimes Sucking the damps for ...
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... yonder oak . III . For when my passion first began , Ere that , which in me burn'd , The love , that makes me thrice a man , Could hope itself return'd ; IV . To yonder oak within the field I spoke THE TALKING OAK.
... yonder oak . III . For when my passion first began , Ere that , which in me burn'd , The love , that makes me thrice a man , Could hope itself return'd ; IV . To yonder oak within the field I spoke THE TALKING OAK.
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Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) IV . To yonder oak within the field I spoke without restraint , And with a larger faith appeal'd Than Papist unto Saint . V. For oft I talk'd with him apart , And told him of my choice , Until he plagiarised ...
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) IV . To yonder oak within the field I spoke without restraint , And with a larger faith appeal'd Than Papist unto Saint . V. For oft I talk'd with him apart , And told him of my choice , Until he plagiarised ...
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Alice the nurse answer'd beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag cubits dark dipt Dora dream earth Ellen Adair Eustace Excalibur eyes face fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone gray grew hand happy heard heart Heaven high dial hope hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare last embrace laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald mind moon moorland morn never night o'er pass'd passion QUEEN GUINEVERE replied rose round saints seem'd shade Simeon SIMEON STYLITES sleep slow light song soul sound spake speak stars stept summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought thousand summers thrice thro thy dreams touch'd truth turn'd unto vapour Vext village maid voice whisper wife wind wither'd words yonder
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Стр. 173 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Стр. 16 - 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. 93 - In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast ; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest ; In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove ; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Стр. 89 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices.
Стр. 228 - O well for the sailor lad That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
Стр. 8 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Стр. 176 - A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose...
Стр. 103 - 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 ; I leard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Стр. 9 - This is a shameful thing for men to lie. Yet now, I charge thee, quickly go again As thou art lief and dear, and do the thing I bade thee, watch, and lightly bring me word.
Стр. 87 - IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole* Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me...