Poems, Том 1Ticknor & Fields, 1868 - Всего страниц: 879 |
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... breath Of the fading edges of box beneath , And the year's last rose . Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock , Heavily hangs the tiger - lily . ADELINE . I. MYSTERY of ...
... breath Of the fading edges of box beneath , And the year's last rose . Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock , Heavily hangs the tiger - lily . ADELINE . I. MYSTERY of ...
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... breath Of the lilies at sunrise ? Wherefore that faint smile of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? 4 . Some honey - converse feeds thy mind , Some spirit of a crimson rose In love with thee forgets to close His curtains , wasting ...
... breath Of the lilies at sunrise ? Wherefore that faint smile of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? 4 . Some honey - converse feeds thy mind , Some spirit of a crimson rose In love with thee forgets to close His curtains , wasting ...
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... Breathing Light against thy face , While his locks a - dropping twined Round thy neck in subtle ring Make a carcanet of rays , And ye talk together still , In the language wherewith Spring Letters cowslips on the hill ? Hence that look ...
... Breathing Light against thy face , While his locks a - dropping twined Round thy neck in subtle ring Make a carcanet of rays , And ye talk together still , In the language wherewith Spring Letters cowslips on the hill ? Hence that look ...
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... breathing spring Of Hope and Youth . So many minds did gird their orbs with beams , Tho ' one did fling the fire . Heaven flow'd upon the soul in many dreams Of high desire . Thus truth was multiplied on truth , the world Like one great ...
... breathing spring Of Hope and Youth . So many minds did gird their orbs with beams , Tho ' one did fling the fire . Heaven flow'd upon the soul in many dreams Of high desire . Thus truth was multiplied on truth , the world Like one great ...
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... There is frost in your breath Which would blight the plants . Where you stand you cannot hear From the groves within The wild - bird's din . In the heart of the garden the merry bird chants 32 THE POET'S MIND . THE POET'S MIND.
... There is frost in your breath Which would blight the plants . Where you stand you cannot hear From the groves within The wild - bird's din . In the heart of the garden the merry bird chants 32 THE POET'S MIND . THE POET'S MIND.
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ALFRED TENNYSON Annie answer'd arms beneath betwixt blow breast breath brows call'd Camelot cheek child cloud Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt Dora dream dropt earth Edwin Morris Enoch Enoch Arden Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall'n father fear Florian flowers flying folds golden gray hand happy harken ere hath head hear heard heart Heaven hour king King Arthur kiss kiss'd knew Lady of Shalott land laugh'd light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord maiden mind moon morn mother Ida move night o'er Oriana Philip Princess Princess Ida Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow Shalott silent Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul spake speak spoke star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro turn'd unto vext voice weary wild wind woman words yonder
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Стр. 154 - 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. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend t For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Стр. 206 - As though 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. 343 - ... Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. "Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd 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. 341 - 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. 154 - The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh. But now the whole Round Table is dissolved Which was an image of the mighty world ; And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
Стр. 207 - Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Стр. 216 - 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. 292 - HE clasps the crag with hooked hands : Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls ; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Стр. 150 - Then spoke King Arthur, breathing heavily: '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. 205 - Vext the dim sea. I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known : cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments...