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... dear beyond the southern hills ; That were there any of our people there In want or peril , there was one to hear And help them ? look ! for such are these and I. " " Are you that Psyche , " Florian asked , “ to whom , In gentler days ...
... dear beyond the southern hills ; That were there any of our people there In want or peril , there was one to hear And help them ? look ! for such are these and I. " " Are you that Psyche , " Florian asked , “ to whom , In gentler days ...
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... dear are those three castles to my wants , And dear is sister Psyche to my heart , And two dear things are one of double worth , And much I might have said , but that my A MEDLEY . 43.
... dear are those three castles to my wants , And dear is sister Psyche to my heart , And two dear things are one of double worth , And much I might have said , but that my A MEDLEY . 43.
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... dear sisters ' liberties . " She bowed as if to veil a noble tear ; And up we came to where the river sloped To plunge in cataract , shattering on black blocks A breadth of thunder . O'er it shook the woods , And danced the color , and ...
... dear sisters ' liberties . " She bowed as if to veil a noble tear ; And up we came to where the river sloped To plunge in cataract , shattering on black blocks A breadth of thunder . O'er it shook the woods , And danced the color , and ...
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... Dear as remembered kisses after death , And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others ; deep as love , Deep as first love , and wild with all regret 5 A MEDLEY . 65 Then she, "Let some one sing to us...
... Dear as remembered kisses after death , And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others ; deep as love , Deep as first love , and wild with all regret 5 A MEDLEY . 65 Then she, "Let some one sing to us...
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... dear lady , for your child , " At which she lifted up her voice and cried : “ Ah me , my babe , my blossom , ah my child , My one sweet child , whom I shall see no more ! For now will cruel Ida keep her back ; And either she will die ...
... dear lady , for your child , " At which she lifted up her voice and cried : “ Ah me , my babe , my blossom , ah my child , My one sweet child , whom I shall see no more ! For now will cruel Ida keep her back ; And either she will die ...
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Стр. 47 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Стр. 66 - 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. 65 - ... 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. 63 - The splendor 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. 139 - Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air : So waste not thou ; but come ; for all the vales Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee ; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet...
Стр. 113 - Call'd him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe ; Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior stept, Took the face-cloth from the face Yet she neither moved nor wept.
Стр. 129 - Ask me no more. Ask me no more: what answer should I give? I love not hollow cheek or faded eye : Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die ! Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live; Ask me no more.
Стр. 31 - This world was once a fluid haze of light, Till toward the centre set the starry tides, And eddied into suns, that wheeling cast The planets...
Стр. 147 - Or all, they said, as earnest as the close ? Which yet with such a framework scarce could be. Then rose a little feud betwixt the two, Betwixt the mockers and the realists : And I, betwixt them both, to please them both. And yet to give the story as it rose, I moved as in a strange diagonal, And maybe neither pleased myself nor them.
Стр. 48 - Morn in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by other drest with care Descended to the court that lay three parts In shadow, but the Muses' heads were touch'd Above the darkness from their native East.