Poems: In Two Volumes, Том 2Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... face I see the mouldered Abbey - walls , That stand within the chace . II . Beyond the lodge the city lies , Beneath its drift of smoke ; And ah ! with what delighted eyes I turn to yonder oak ! III . For when my passion first began , Ere.
... face I see the mouldered Abbey - walls , That stand within the chace . II . Beyond the lodge the city lies , Beneath its drift of smoke ; And ah ! with what delighted eyes I turn to yonder oak ! III . For when my passion first began , Ere.
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... faces , that would thrive When his man - minded offset rose To chase the deer at five ; XIV . " And all that from the town would stroll Till that wild wind made work , In which the gloomy brewer's soul Went by me , like a stork : XV ...
... faces , that would thrive When his man - minded offset rose To chase the deer at five ; XIV . " And all that from the town would stroll Till that wild wind made work , In which the gloomy brewer's soul Went by me , like a stork : XV ...
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... cursed and scorned , and bruised with stones : " But looking upward , full of grace , He prayed , and from a happy place God's glory smote him on the face . " The sullen answer slid betwixt : " Not that the THE TWO VOICES . 65.
... cursed and scorned , and bruised with stones : " But looking upward , full of grace , He prayed , and from a happy place God's glory smote him on the face . " The sullen answer slid betwixt : " Not that the THE TWO VOICES . 65.
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... face , that two hours since hath died ; Wilt thou find passion , pain or pride ? " Will he obey when one commands ? Or answer should one press his hands ? He answers not , nor understands . " His palms are folded on his breast : There ...
... face , that two hours since hath died ; Wilt thou find passion , pain or pride ? " Will he obey when one commands ? Or answer should one press his hands ? He answers not , nor understands . " His palms are folded on his breast : There ...
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... face He kissed , taking his last embrace , Becomes dishonor to her race- " His sons grow up that bear his name , Some grow to honor , some to shame , But he is chill to praise or blame . - " He will not hear the north - wind rave , Nor ...
... face He kissed , taking his last embrace , Becomes dishonor to her race- " His sons grow up that bear his name , Some grow to honor , some to shame , But he is chill to praise or blame . - " He will not hear the north - wind rave , Nor ...
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Стр. 444 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd ; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd ; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Стр. 37 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands: Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Стр. 32 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have...
Стр. 32 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Стр. 31 - As tho' 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. 365 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Стр. 41 - Never, never,' whisper'd by the phantom years, And a song from out the distance in the ringing of thine ears; And an eye shall vex thee, looking ancient kindness on thy pain. Turn thee, turn thee on thy pillow; get thee to thy rest again. Nay, but Nature brings thee solace; for a tender voice will cry.
Стр. 364 - The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree ; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake, As the pimpernel dozed on the lea ; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me : - The lilies and roses were all awake, They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Стр. 46 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Стр. 377 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee: Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us, What and where they be.