The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse, Band 7Arthur Quiller-Couch Clarendon Press, 1913 - 1023 Seiten |
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... face , and want To know what magic there can be In words that urge some eyes to dance , While others as in holy trance Look up to heaven ; be such my praise ! Why linger ? I must haste , or lose the Delphick bays . 2 . TH The Tacht HE ...
... face , and want To know what magic there can be In words that urge some eyes to dance , While others as in holy trance Look up to heaven ; be such my praise ! Why linger ? I must haste , or lose the Delphick bays . 2 . TH The Tacht HE ...
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... face amid the shades of death . I waste for him my breath Who wasted his for me ; but mine returns , And this lorn bosom burns With stifling heat , heaving it up in sleep , And waking me to weep Tears that had melted his soft heart ...
... face amid the shades of death . I waste for him my breath Who wasted his for me ; but mine returns , And this lorn bosom burns With stifling heat , heaving it up in sleep , And waking me to weep Tears that had melted his soft heart ...
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... face was meek and mild , Yet joyously he smiled On his sire ; As I laye a - thynkynge , a Cherub mote admire . But I laye a - thynkynge , a - thynkynge , a - thynkynge , And sadly sang the Birde as it perch'd upon a bier ; That joyous ...
... face was meek and mild , Yet joyously he smiled On his sire ; As I laye a - thynkynge , a Cherub mote admire . But I laye a - thynkynge , a - thynkynge , a - thynkynge , And sadly sang the Birde as it perch'd upon a bier ; That joyous ...
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... face . The twilight of the trees and rocks Is in the light shade of thy locks ; Thy step is as the wind that weaves Its playful way among the leaves . 1794-1878 Thine eyes are springs , in whose serene And silent 25 Thine JOHN GIBSON ...
... face . The twilight of the trees and rocks Is in the light shade of thy locks ; Thy step is as the wind that weaves Its playful way among the leaves . 1794-1878 Thine eyes are springs , in whose serene And silent 25 Thine JOHN GIBSON ...
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... face whene'er we meet . IV In nights far gone , -aye , far away and dead , — Before Care - fretted with a lidless eye , - I was thy wooer on my little bed , Letting the early hours of rest go by , To see thee flood the heaven with milky ...
... face whene'er we meet . IV In nights far gone , -aye , far away and dead , — Before Care - fretted with a lidless eye , - I was thy wooer on my little bed , Letting the early hours of rest go by , To see thee flood the heaven with milky ...
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Seite 204 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the •wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Seite 327 - His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps ; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps ; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps : His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel writ in...
Seite 737 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Seite 171 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. / was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love — I and my ANNABEL LEE — .With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Seite 47 - Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonour, Death has left on her Only the beautiful.
Seite 283 - Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Seite 418 - Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather...
Seite 327 - MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord : He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Seite 283 - I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past.
Seite 367 - The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.