PoemsMacmillan and Company, 1893 - Всего страниц: 374 |
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Стр. 70
... Pass onward from Shalott . III Sometimes a troop of damsels glad , An abbot on an ambling pad , Sometimes a curly shepherd - lad , Or long - hair'd page in crimson clad , Goes by to tower'd Camelot ; And sometimes thro ' the mirror blue ...
... Pass onward from Shalott . III Sometimes a troop of damsels glad , An abbot on an ambling pad , Sometimes a curly shepherd - lad , Or long - hair'd page in crimson clad , Goes by to tower'd Camelot ; And sometimes thro ' the mirror blue ...
Стр. 84
... pass , And runlets babbling down the glen . She breathed in sleep a lower moan , And murmuring , as at night and morn , She thought , " My spirit is here alone , Walks forgotten , and is forlorn . " Dreaming , she knew it was a dream ...
... pass , And runlets babbling down the glen . She breathed in sleep a lower moan , And murmuring , as at night and morn , She thought , " My spirit is here alone , Walks forgotten , and is forlorn . " Dreaming , she knew it was a dream ...
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... pass the door , To look into her eyes and say , 66 But thou shalt be alone no more . " And flaming downward over all From heat to heat the day decreased , And slowly rounded to the east The one black hadow from the wall . " The day ...
... pass the door , To look into her eyes and say , 66 But thou shalt be alone no more . " And flaming downward over all From heat to heat the day decreased , And slowly rounded to the east The one black hadow from the wall . " The day ...
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... pass , and we forget ? Many suns arise and set . Many a chance the years beget . Love the gift is Love the debt : Even so . Love is hurt with jar and fret . Love is made a vague regret . Eyes with idle tears are wet . Idle habit links ...
... pass , and we forget ? Many suns arise and set . Many a chance the years beget . Love the gift is Love the debt : Even so . Love is hurt with jar and fret . Love is made a vague regret . Eyes with idle tears are wet . Idle habit links ...
Стр. 107
... Pass by the happy souls , that love to live : I pray thee , pass before my light of life , And shadow all my soul , that I may dic . Thou weighest heavy on the heart within , Weigh heavy on my eyelids : let me die . " O mother , hear me ...
... Pass by the happy souls , that love to live : I pray thee , pass before my light of life , And shadow all my soul , that I may dic . Thou weighest heavy on the heart within , Weigh heavy on my eyelids : let me die . " O mother , hear me ...
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Adeline answer'd aweary beneath blow breast breath brow Camelot cloud CRESWICK D. G. ROSSETTI Dalziel Brothers dark dead death deep door Dora dreams earth EDWIN MORRIS Eleänore evermore Excalibur eyes face faint fair fall floating flowers folds thy grave garden golden prime gray green that folds hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven Heavily hangs hither hour J. E. MILLAIS King King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady of Shalott land Let them rave light Lilian lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord mind moon morn never night o'er Oriana purple clover Queen roll'd rose round saw thro scorn seem'd shadow silver sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul sound spake spirit stars stept summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro turn'd unto voice W. J. Linton weep wild wind
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Стр. 69 - To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear.
Стр. 130 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Стр. 144 - And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. Why are we weigh'd upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress, While all things else have rest from weariness? All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown: Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep our brows in slumber's...
Стр. 74 - ... died, The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott.
Стр. 68 - 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. 10 - Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors, Old footsteps trod the upper floors, Old voices called her from without. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He cometh not...
Стр. 68 - Camelot; And up and down the people go Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
Стр. 276 - Eye, to which all order festers, all things here are out of joint: Science moves, but slowly slowly, creeping on from point to point : Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, creeping nigher, Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowly-dying fire. Yet I doubt not thro...
Стр. 72 - Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces...
Стр. 146 - Before them of the ten years' war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things. Is there confusion in the little isle? Let what is broken so remain. The Gods are hard to reconcile: 'Tis hard to settle order once again. There is confusion worse than death, Trouble on trouble, pain on pain, Long...