Poems of Imagination and FancyBurlock & Company, 1878 - Всего страниц: 112 |
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... Pass onward from Shalott . Sometimes a troop of damsels glad , An abbot on an ambling pad , Sometimes a curly shepherd - lad , Or long - haired page in crimson clad , Goes by to towered Camelot ; And sometimes through the mirror blue ...
... Pass onward from Shalott . Sometimes a troop of damsels glad , An abbot on an ambling pad , Sometimes a curly shepherd - lad , Or long - haired page in crimson clad , Goes by to towered Camelot ; And sometimes through the mirror blue ...
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... at night . II . LOVE that hath us in the net , Can he pass , and we forget ? Many suns arise and set . Many a chance the years beget . Love the gift is Love the debt . Even so . What is love ? for we forget : Ah , SONGS . 31.
... at night . II . LOVE that hath us in the net , Can he pass , and we forget ? Many suns arise and set . Many a chance the years beget . Love the gift is Love the debt . Even so . What is love ? for we forget : Ah , SONGS . 31.
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... passing praise . t - laced , but all - too - full in bud r puritanic stays : d I have shadowed many a group beauties , that were born acup - times of hood and hoop , while the patch was worn ; And , leg and arm with love - knots gay.
... passing praise . t - laced , but all - too - full in bud r puritanic stays : d I have shadowed many a group beauties , that were born acup - times of hood and hoop , while the patch was worn ; And , leg and arm with love - knots gay.
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... shade , Did never creature pass So slightly , musically made , So light upon the grass : " For as to fairies , that will flit To make the greensward fresh , I hold them exquisitely knit , But far too spare THE TALKING OAK . 39.
... shade , Did never creature pass So slightly , musically made , So light upon the grass : " For as to fairies , that will flit To make the greensward fresh , I hold them exquisitely knit , But far too spare THE TALKING OAK . 39.
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... seem to brighten as they pass ; There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the livelong day , And I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I'm to be Queen ' the May . vake and call me early , call me early , 5 THE MAY QUEEN . 49.
... seem to brighten as they pass ; There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the livelong day , And I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I'm to be Queen ' the May . vake and call me early , call me early , 5 THE MAY QUEEN . 49.
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ALFRED TENNYSON beneath Binnorie blow bower break breath bright Camelot chatter child clouds dark dead dear death deep dream earth evermore Excalibur eyes fancy father fear flowers gleam GLOWWORM golden Goody Blake grass green hand happy Harry Gill hath head hear heard heart heaven hill Katie King King Arthur kiss Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott lamb land light little birdie live Locksley Hall lonely look Lord LOVE-LIES-BLEEDING maiden moon morn mother murmur never New-year night numbered o'er POET LAUREATE pray Queen rest Ringlet river rock rode round scorn shadow shine sings Sir Bedivere sleep smile snow song soul spake spirit stars summer sweet SWEET AND LOW sweetest thing thee thine things thou art thought Trajan tree valley Vere de Vere voice wave weary wild wind wings Young Harry
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Стр. 22 - She had a rustic, woodlai.d air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Стр. 59 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Стр. 25 - So in the churchyard she was laid; And , when the grass was dry , Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. "And when the ground was white with snow , And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you , then ," said I , "If they two are in Heaven?
Стр. 24 - Then did the little maid reply : "Seven boys and girls are we; Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree.
Стр. 80 - Who, doomed to go in company with pain, And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train ! Turns his necessity to glorious gain...
Стр. 20 - OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door...
Стр. 65 - Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands...
Стр. 80 - Stern lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace ; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face : Flowers laugh before thee on their beds, And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong ; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, are fresh and strong.
Стр. 70 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Стр. 78 - Duty ! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe ; From vain temptations dost set free ; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity ! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them ; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth: Glad Hearts ! without reproach or blot ; Who do thy work, and know it not : Oh ! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy...