PoemsMacmillan and Company, 1893 - Всего страниц: 374 |
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... round and small , The cluster'd marish - mosses crept . Hard by a poplar shook alway , All silver - green with gnarled bark : For leagues no other tree did mark The level waste , the rounding gray . She only said , " My life is dreary ...
... round and small , The cluster'd marish - mosses crept . Hard by a poplar shook alway , All silver - green with gnarled bark : For leagues no other tree did mark The level waste , the rounding gray . She only said , " My life is dreary ...
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... rounded to as clear a lake . From the green rivage many a fall Of diamond rillets musical , Thro ' little crystal ... round about the fragrant marge From fluted vase , and brazen urn In order , eastern flowers large , Some dropping ...
... rounded to as clear a lake . From the green rivage many a fall Of diamond rillets musical , Thro ' little crystal ... round about the fragrant marge From fluted vase , and brazen urn In order , eastern flowers large , Some dropping ...
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... round the bulbul as he sung ; Not he but something which possess'd The darkness of the world , delight , Life , anguish , death , immortal love , Ceasing not , mingled , unrepress'd , Apart from place , withholding time , But flattering ...
... round the bulbul as he sung ; Not he but something which possess'd The darkness of the world , delight , Life , anguish , death , immortal love , Ceasing not , mingled , unrepress'd , Apart from place , withholding time , But flattering ...
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... round The stately cedar , tamarisks , Thick rosaries of scented thorn , Tall orient shrubs , and obelisks . Graven with emblems of the time , In honour of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . XI With dazed vision unawares From ...
... round The stately cedar , tamarisks , Thick rosaries of scented thorn , Tall orient shrubs , and obelisks . Graven with emblems of the time , In honour of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . XI With dazed vision unawares From ...
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... round , And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits , The white owl in the belfry sits . II When merry milkmaids click the latch , And rarely smells the new - mown hay , And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch ...
... round , And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits , The white owl in the belfry sits . II When merry milkmaids click the latch , And rarely smells the new - mown hay , And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch ...
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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...