Poems, Volume 2Edward Moxon, 1846 - 235 pages |
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... fear My wound hath taken cold , and I shall die . " So saying , from the pavement he half rose , Slowly , with pain , reclining on his arm , And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture . Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully ...
... fear My wound hath taken cold , and I shall die . " So saying , from the pavement he half rose , Slowly , with pain , reclining on his arm , And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes As in a picture . Him Sir Bedivere Remorsefully ...
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... fear it is too late , and I shall die . " But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge , Clothed with his breath , and looking , as he walk'd , Larger than human on the frozen hills . He heard the deep behind him , and a cry Before ...
... fear it is too late , and I shall die . " But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge , Clothed with his breath , and looking , as he walk'd , Larger than human on the frozen hills . He heard the deep behind him , and a cry Before ...
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... fear of change at home , that drove him hence . James . That was the last drop in the cup of gall . I once was near him , when his bailiff brought A Chartist pike . You should have seen him wince As from a venomous thing : he thought ...
... fear of change at home , that drove him hence . James . That was the last drop in the cup of gall . I once was near him , when his bailiff brought A Chartist pike . You should have seen him wince As from a venomous thing : he thought ...
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... us all in its coarse blacks or whites , As ruthless as a baby with a worm , As cruel as a schoolboy ere he grows To Pity - more from ignorance than will . But put your best foot forward , or I fear WALKING TO THE MAIL . 51.
... us all in its coarse blacks or whites , As ruthless as a baby with a worm , As cruel as a schoolboy ere he grows To Pity - more from ignorance than will . But put your best foot forward , or I fear WALKING TO THE MAIL . 51.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. But put your best foot forward , or I fear That we shall miss the mail : and here it comes With five at top : as quaint a four - in - hand As you shall see three pyebalds and a roan . ST . SIMEON STYLITES ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. But put your best foot forward , or I fear That we shall miss the mail : and here it comes With five at top : as quaint a four - in - hand As you shall see three pyebalds and a roan . ST . SIMEON STYLITES ...
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Alice the nurse AMPHION answer'd art thou beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag dark dipt Dora dream earth Edward Gray Ellen Adair Excalibur eyes fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone grew Hall hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven hope hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald Mastodon mind moon moorland morn never nevermore night o'er pass'd praise QUEEN GUINEVERE replied rose round saints seem'd shade SIMEON STYLITES SIR LAUNCELOT sleep song soul sound spake speak stars stept summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought thrice thro thy dreams touch'd truth turn'd unto vapour Vext village maid voice whisper wife wind wither'd words yonder
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Page 95 - Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Page 105 - From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunder-storm; Till the war-drum, throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Page 94 - In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Page 104 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new : That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
Page 6 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
Page 108 - There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing-space ; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Page 13 - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, ' Place me in the barge ;
Page 13 - Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream - by these Three Queens with crowns of gold - and from them rose A cry that shivered to the tingling stars...
Page 93 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Page 100 - Comfort? comfort scorned of devils; this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead unhappy night, and when the rain is on the roof.