Poems ...J.E. Tilton, 1869 - Всего страниц: 639 |
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... sweet and strange , Delicious spites and darling angers , And airy forms of flitting change . 2 . Smiling , frowning , evermore , Thou art perfect in love - lore . Revealings deep and clear are thine Of wealthy smiles : but who may know ...
... sweet and strange , Delicious spites and darling angers , And airy forms of flitting change . 2 . Smiling , frowning , evermore , Thou art perfect in love - lore . Revealings deep and clear are thine Of wealthy smiles : but who may know ...
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... Sweet faces , rounded arms , and bosoms prest To little harps of gold ; and while they mused , Whispering to each other half in fear , Shrill music reach'd them on the middle sea . Whither away , whither away , whither away ? fly no ...
... Sweet faces , rounded arms , and bosoms prest To little harps of gold ; and while they mused , Whispering to each other half in fear , Shrill music reach'd them on the middle sea . Whither away , whither away , whither away ? fly no ...
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... sweet is the color of cove and cave , And sweet shall your welcome be : O hither , come hither , and be our lords , For merry brides are we : We will kiss sweet kisses , and speak sweet words : O listen , listen , your eyes shall ...
... sweet is the color of cove and cave , And sweet shall your welcome be : O hither , come hither , and be our lords , For merry brides are we : We will kiss sweet kisses , and speak sweet words : O listen , listen , your eyes shall ...
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... sweet and meek , Oriana ! Thou smilest , but thou dost not speak , And then the tears run down my cheek , Oriana : What wantest thou ? whom dost thou seek , Oriana ? I cry aloud : none hear my cries , Oriana . Thou comest atween me and ...
... sweet and meek , Oriana ! Thou smilest , but thou dost not speak , And then the tears run down my cheek , Oriana : What wantest thou ? whom dost thou seek , Oriana ? I cry aloud : none hear my cries , Oriana . Thou comest atween me and ...
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... sweet it seems with thee to walk , And once again to woo thee mine It seems in after - dinner talk Across the walnuts and the wine- To be the long and listless boy Late - left an orphan of the squire . Where this old mansion mounted ...
... sweet it seems with thee to walk , And once again to woo thee mine It seems in after - dinner talk Across the walnuts and the wine- To be the long and listless boy Late - left an orphan of the squire . Where this old mansion mounted ...
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Annie answer'd arms Arthur ask'd Astolat Aylmer beneath blood blow break breath brows Caerleon call'd Camelot child cried dark dead dear death deep dream earth Enid Enoch evermore eyes face fair Fair lord fancy father fear flower Geraint golden Guinevere half hall hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven hour jousts King King Arthur kiss kiss'd knew Lady Lady of Shalott land Lavaine light Limours lips little birdie live look look'd lord maid maiden Maud Merlin moon morn mother move never night noble o'er once Oriana passion Prince Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame silent Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot sleep smile song soul spake speak spoke star stept stood sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro touch'd turn'd vext voice weep wild wind words
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Стр. 330 - That not a worm is cloven in vain ; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivel'd in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. Behold, we know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring.
Стр. 367 - Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Стр. 113 - 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? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Стр. 251 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Стр. 154 - Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; 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. 441 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Стр. 252 - 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. 34 - Skimming down to Camelot : But who hath seen her wave her hand ? Or at the casement seen her stand ? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott ? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to tower'd Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers " 'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott.
Стр. 330 - Behold, we know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. ' So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry.
Стр. 441 - " Charge for the guns ! " he said ; Into the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!