Poems, Band 1Ticknor & Fields, 1868 - 879 Seiten |
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... star - strown calm , Until another night in night I enter'd , from the clearer light , Imbower'd vaults of pillar'd palm , Imprisoning sweets , which , as they clomb Heavenward , were stay'd beneath the dome Of hollow boughs . - - A ...
... star - strown calm , Until another night in night I enter'd , from the clearer light , Imbower'd vaults of pillar'd palm , Imprisoning sweets , which , as they clomb Heavenward , were stay'd beneath the dome Of hollow boughs . - - A ...
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... star of all that place and time , I saw him — in his golden prime , THE GOOD HAROUN ALRASCHID ! ODE TO MEMORY . I. HOU who stealest fire , THOU From the fountains of the past , To glorify the present ; oh , haste , Visit my low desire ...
... star of all that place and time , I saw him — in his golden prime , THE GOOD HAROUN ALRASCHID ! ODE TO MEMORY . I. HOU who stealest fire , THOU From the fountains of the past , To glorify the present ; oh , haste , Visit my low desire ...
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... star The black earth with brilliance rare . 3 . Whilome thou camest with the morning mist , And with the evening ... stars which tremble O'er the deep mind of dauntless infancy . Small thought was there of life's distress ; For sure she ...
... star The black earth with brilliance rare . 3 . Whilome thou camest with the morning mist , And with the evening ... stars which tremble O'er the deep mind of dauntless infancy . Small thought was there of life's distress ; For sure she ...
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... star . And the creeping mosses and clambering weeds , And the willow - branches hoar and dank , And the wavy swell of the soughing reeds , And the wave - worn horns of the echoing bank , And the silvery marish - flowers that throng The ...
... star . And the creeping mosses and clambering weeds , And the willow - branches hoar and dank , And the wavy swell of the soughing reeds , And the wave - worn horns of the echoing bank , And the silvery marish - flowers that throng The ...
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... , Oriana , While blissful tears blinded my sight By star - shine and by moonlight , Oriana , I to thee my troth did plight , Oriana . She stood upon the castle wall , Oriana : She 40 THE BALLAD OF ORIANA . THE BALLAD OF ORIANA.
... , Oriana , While blissful tears blinded my sight By star - shine and by moonlight , Oriana , I to thee my troth did plight , Oriana . She stood upon the castle wall , Oriana : She 40 THE BALLAD OF ORIANA . THE BALLAD OF ORIANA.
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ALFRED TENNYSON Annie answer'd arms beneath betwixt blow breast breath brows call'd Camelot cheek child cloud Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt Dora dream dropt earth Edwin Morris Enoch Enoch Arden Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall'n father fear Florian flowers flying folds golden gray hand happy harken ere hath head hear heard heart Heaven hour king King Arthur kiss kiss'd knew Lady of Shalott land laugh'd light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord maiden mind moon morn mother Ida move night o'er Oriana Philip Princess Princess Ida Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow Shalott silent Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul spake speak spoke star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro turn'd unto vext voice weary wild wind woman words yonder
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Seite 154 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend t For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Seite 206 - As though to breathe were life ! Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains ; but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things, and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Seite 343 - ... Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. "Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others ; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Seite 341 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Seite 154 - The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh. But now the whole Round Table is dissolved Which was an image of the mighty world ; And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
Seite 207 - Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Seite 216 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Seite 292 - HE clasps the crag with hooked hands : Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls ; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Seite 150 - Then spoke King Arthur, breathing heavily: 'What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: 'I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Seite 205 - Vext the dim sea. I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known : cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments...