Maud, and Other PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1855 - 160 Seiten |
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... and madden'd , and ever wann'd with despair , And out he walk'd when the wind like a broken worldling wail'd , And the flying gold of the ruin'd woodlands drove thro ' the air . 4 . I remember the time , for the roots со MAUD .
... and madden'd , and ever wann'd with despair , And out he walk'd when the wind like a broken worldling wail'd , And the flying gold of the ruin'd woodlands drove thro ' the air . 4 . I remember the time , for the roots со MAUD .
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. 4 . I remember the time , for the roots of my hair were stirr'd By a shuffled step , by a dead weight trail'd , by a whisper'd fright , And my pulses closed their gates with a shock on my heart as I heard ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. 4 . I remember the time , for the roots of my hair were stirr'd By a shuffled step , by a dead weight trail'd , by a whisper'd fright , And my pulses closed their gates with a shock on my heart as I heard ...
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... remembers it now we meet . Ah well , well , well , I may be beguiled By some coquettish deceit . Yet , if she were not a cheat , If Maud were all that she seem'd , And her smile had all that I dream'd , Then the world were not so bitter ...
... remembers it now we meet . Ah well , well , well , I may be beguiled By some coquettish deceit . Yet , if she were not a cheat , If Maud were all that she seem'd , And her smile had all that I dream'd , Then the world were not so bitter ...
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... remember , I , When he lay dying there , I noticed one of his many rings ( For he had many , poor worm ) and thought It his mother's hair . 9 . Who knows if he be dead ? Whether I need have fled ? Am I guilty of blood ? However this may ...
... remember , I , When he lay dying there , I noticed one of his many rings ( For he had many , poor worm ) and thought It his mother's hair . 9 . Who knows if he be dead ? Whether I need have fled ? Am I guilty of blood ? However this may ...
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... the mournful martial music blow ; The last great Englishman is low . 4 . Mourn , for to us he seems the last , Remembering all his greatness in the Past . No more in soldier fashion will he greet With lifted 128 ODE ON THE DEATH OF.
... the mournful martial music blow ; The last great Englishman is low . 4 . Mourn , for to us he seems the last , Remembering all his greatness in the Past . No more in soldier fashion will he greet With lifted 128 ODE ON THE DEATH OF.
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50 cents 63 cents ask'd babble bailiff beat beauty bell be toll'd blood Blush bow'd brimming river brook Cannon cheat Cloth cold crost crush'd daffodil dance dark dead dear Death delight dream DUKE OF WELLINGTON echo Edition ESSAYS evermore F. D. MAURICE fair fancies feet flash'd flow To join garden glimmer glory golden GOLDEN LEGEND gone Half a league Hall hand happy happy day head hear heart Heaven honor James join the brimming Katie land Lebanon light lilies look'd lord madness Maud meadow night o'er passionate peace people's voice Philip POEMS POETICAL poison'd Portrait Price 50 Price 63 Price 75 cents pride REJECTED ADDRESSES rings rivulet rose Rosy round seem'd shadow shining silent smile song stood sweet thee things thou thro TICKNOR AND FIELDS turn'd TWICE-TOLD TALES vext walks weep wood WRITINGS
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Seite 76 - The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree ; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake As the pimpernel dozed on the lea ; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me ; 50 The lilies and roses were all awake, They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Seite 139 - He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro' the long gorge to the far light has won His path upward, and prevail'd, Shall find the toppling crags of Duty scaled Are close upon the shining table-lands To which our God Himself is moon and sun.
Seite 133 - For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'da hundred fights, Nor ever lost an English gun...
Seite 117 - ... I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Seite 73 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Seite 128 - BURY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Seite 77 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
Seite 78 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Seite 129 - Mourn for the man of long-enduring blood, The statesman-warrior, moderate, resolute, Whole in himself, a common good. Mourn for the man of amplest influence, Yet clearest of ambitious crime...
Seite 74 - When will the dancers leave her alone? She is weary of dance and play." Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day ; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.