Poems, Том 2Edward Moxon, 1842 - Всего страниц: 231 |
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... fear My wound hath taken cold , and I shall die . ” So saying , from the pavement he half rose , Slowly , with pain , reclining on his arm , And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture . Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully ...
... fear My wound hath taken cold , and I shall die . ” So saying , from the pavement he half rose , Slowly , with pain , reclining on his arm , And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture . Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully ...
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... fear it is too late , and I shall die . ” But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge , Clothed with his breath , and looking , as he walk'd , Larger than human on the frozen hills . He heard the deep behind him , and a cry Before ...
... fear it is too late , and I shall die . ” But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge , Clothed with his breath , and looking , as he walk'd , Larger than human on the frozen hills . He heard the deep behind him , and a cry Before ...
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... fear of change at home , that drove him hence . James . That was the last drop in the cup of gall . I once was near him , when his bailiff brought A Chartist pike . You should have seen him wince As from a venomous thing : he thought ...
... fear of change at home , that drove him hence . James . That was the last drop in the cup of gall . I once was near him , when his bailiff brought A Chartist pike . You should have seen him wince As from a venomous thing : he thought ...
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... us all in its coarse blacks or whites , As ruthless as a baby with a worm , As cruel as a schoolboy ere he grows To Pity - more from ignorance than will . But put your best foot forward , or I fear E 2 WALKING TO THE MAIL . 51.
... us all in its coarse blacks or whites , As ruthless as a baby with a worm , As cruel as a schoolboy ere he grows To Pity - more from ignorance than will . But put your best foot forward , or I fear E 2 WALKING TO THE MAIL . 51.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. But put your best foot forward , or I fear That we shall miss the mail : and here it comes With five at top as quaint a four - in - hand As you shall see three pyebalds and a roan . ST . SIMEON STYLITES ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. But put your best foot forward , or I fear That we shall miss the mail : and here it comes With five at top as quaint a four - in - hand As you shall see three pyebalds and a roan . ST . SIMEON STYLITES ...
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Alice the nurse AMPHION answer'd beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag dark death dipt Dora dream earth Edward Gray Ellen Adair Eustace evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone grew hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven hope hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare last embrace laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald mind moon moorland morn never 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. 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 thunderstorm ; 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. 174 - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Стр. 14 - And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
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 - So saying, from the ruin'd shrine he stept 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. 11 - And caught him by the hilt, and brandish'd him Three times, and drew him under in the mere. And lightly went the other to the King. Then spoke King Arthur, drawing thicker breath : 'Now see I by thine eyes that this is done. Speak out: what is it thou hast heard, or seen?
Стр. 97 - As the husband is, the wife is: thou art mated with a clown, And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down. He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
Стр. 89 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades 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, Myself not least, but...
Стр. 99 - Comfort? comfort scorn'd 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.
Стр. 15 - So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death...