Poems, Band 2Edward Moxon & Company, Dover Street, 1868 - 879 Seiten |
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... Sleep I give my powers away ; My will is bondsman to the dark ; I sit within a helmless bark , And with my heart I muse and say : O heart , how fares it with thee now , That thou shouldst fail from thy desire , Who scarcely darest to ...
... Sleep I give my powers away ; My will is bondsman to the dark ; I sit within a helmless bark , And with my heart I muse and say : O heart , how fares it with thee now , That thou shouldst fail from thy desire , Who scarcely darest to ...
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... Sleep I give my powers away ; My will is bondsman to the dark ; I sit within a helmless bark , And with my heart I muse and say : O heart , how fares it with thee now , That thou shouldst fail from thy desire , Who scarcely darest to ...
... Sleep I give my powers away ; My will is bondsman to the dark ; I sit within a helmless bark , And with my heart I muse and say : O heart , how fares it with thee now , That thou shouldst fail from thy desire , Who scarcely darest to ...
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... sleep , And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door . He is not here ; but far away The noise of life begins again , And ghastly thro ' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day . VIII . A HAPPY ...
... sleep , And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door . He is not here ; but far away The noise of life begins again , And ghastly thro ' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day . VIII . A HAPPY ...
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... Sleep , gentle winds , as he sleeps now , My friend , the brother of my love ; My Arthur , whom I shall not see Till all my widow'd race be run ; Dear as the mother to the son , More than my brothers are to me . X. I HEAR the noise ...
... Sleep , gentle winds , as he sleeps now , My friend , the brother of my love ; My Arthur , whom I shall not see Till all my widow'd race be run ; Dear as the mother to the son , More than my brothers are to me . X. I HEAR the noise ...
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... To mingle with the bounding main : Calm and deep peace in this wide air , These leaves that redden to the fall ; And in my heart , if calm at all , If any calm , a calm despair : Calm on the seas , and silver sleep , And IN MEMORIAM . 13.
... To mingle with the bounding main : Calm and deep peace in this wide air , These leaves that redden to the fall ; And in my heart , if calm at all , If any calm , a calm despair : Calm on the seas , and silver sleep , And IN MEMORIAM . 13.
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Seite 73 - RING out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Seite 5 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Seite 181 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Seite 43 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Seite 3 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust : Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die ; And thou hast made him : thou art just.
Seite 182 - Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro...
Seite 160 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; 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 141 - She is coming, my dove, my dear ; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, " She is near, she is near; And the white rose weeps, " She is late ; " The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;" And the lily whispers,
Seite 180 - O WELL for him whose will is strong ! He suffers, but he will not suffer long ; He suffers, but he cannot suffer wrong : For him nor moves the loud world's random mock, Nor all Calamity's hugest waves confound, Who seems a promontory of rock, That, compass'd round with turbulent sound, In middle ocean meets the surging shock, Tempest-buffeted, citadel-crown'd. II. But ill for him who, bettering not with time, Corrupts the strength of heaven-descended Will, And ever weaker grows thro...
Seite 140 - And the soul of the rose went into my blood, As the music clash'd in the hall; And long by the garden lake I stood, For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood, Our wood, that is dearer than all ; From the meadow your walks have left so sweet That, whenever a March-wind sighs, He sets the jewel-print of your feet In violets blue as your eyes, To the woody hollows in which we meet And the valleys of Paradise.