Poems, Том 2Edward Moxon, 1846 - Всего страниц: 235 |
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... dead , When every morning brought a noble chance , And every chance brought out a noble knight . Such times have been not since the light that led The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh . But now the whole ROUND TABLE is dissolved Which ...
... dead , When every morning brought a noble chance , And every chance brought out a noble knight . Such times have been not since the light that led The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh . But now the whole ROUND TABLE is dissolved Which ...
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... dead , Who married , who was like to be , and how The races went , and who would rent the hall : Then touch'd upon the game , how scarce it was This season ; glancing thence , discuss'd the farm , The fourfield system , and the price of ...
... dead , Who married , who was like to be , and how The races went , and who would rent the hall : Then touch'd upon the game , how scarce it was This season ; glancing thence , discuss'd the farm , The fourfield system , and the price of ...
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... dead , become Mere highway dust ? or year by year alone . Sit brooding in the ruins of a life , Nightmare of youth , the spectre of himself ? If this were thus , if this , indeed , were all , Better the narrow brain , the stony heart ...
... dead , become Mere highway dust ? or year by year alone . Sit brooding in the ruins of a life , Nightmare of youth , the spectre of himself ? If this were thus , if this , indeed , were all , Better the narrow brain , the stony heart ...
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... thy lighter thought . He will answer to the purpose , easy things to under- stand Better thou wert dead before me , tho ' I slew thee with my hand ! VOL . II . 7 Better thou and I were lying , hidden from the LOCKSLEY HALL . 97.
... thy lighter thought . He will answer to the purpose , easy things to under- stand Better thou wert dead before me , tho ' I slew thee with my hand ! VOL . II . 7 Better thou and I were lying , hidden from the LOCKSLEY HALL . 97.
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... dead , and love her for the love she bore ? No she never loved me truly love is love for ever- - more . Comfort ? comfort scorn'd of devils ! this is truth the poet sings , That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering hap- pier things ...
... dead , and love her for the love she bore ? No she never loved me truly love is love for ever- - more . Comfort ? comfort scorn'd of devils ! this is truth the poet sings , That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering hap- pier things ...
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Alice the nurse AMPHION answer'd art thou beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag dark dipt Dora dream earth Edward Gray Ellen Adair Excalibur eyes fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone grew Hall hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven hope hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald Mastodon mind moon moorland morn never nevermore night o'er pass'd praise QUEEN GUINEVERE replied rose round saints seem'd shade SIMEON STYLITES SIR LAUNCELOT sleep song soul sound spake speak stars stept summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought 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. 95 - 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. 105 - From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunder-storm; Till the war-drum, throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Стр. 94 - 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. 104 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new : That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
Стр. 6 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
Стр. 108 - There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing-space ; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Стр. 13 - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, ' Place me in the barge ;
Стр. 13 - Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream - by these Three Queens with crowns of gold - and from them rose A cry that shivered to the tingling stars...
Стр. 93 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Стр. 100 - Comfort? comfort scorned of devils; this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead unhappy night, and when the rain is on the roof.