Poems, Volume 1E. Moxon, 1846 - 235 pages |
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... blowing round . The stately cedar , tamarisks , Thick rosaries of scented thorn , Tall orient shrubs , and obelisks Graven with emblems of the time , In honour of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . XI . With dazed vision ...
... blowing round . The stately cedar , tamarisks , Thick rosaries of scented thorn , Tall orient shrubs , and obelisks Graven with emblems of the time , In honour of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . XI . With dazed vision ...
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... The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O'er the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . V. Round thee blow , self - pleached deep , A DIRGE . 57.
... The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O'er the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . V. Round thee blow , self - pleached deep , A DIRGE . 57.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. V. Round thee blow , self - pleached deep , Bramble - roses , faint and pale , And long purples of the dale . Let them rave . These in every shower creep Through the green that folds thy grave . Let them ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. V. Round thee blow , self - pleached deep , Bramble - roses , faint and pale , And long purples of the dale . Let them rave . These in every shower creep Through the green that folds thy grave . Let them ...
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... no rest for me below , Oriana . When the long dun wolds are ribb'd with snow , And loud the Norland whirlwinds blow , Oriana , Alone I wander to and fro , Oriana . Ere the light on dark was growing , Oriana , THE BALLAD OF ORIANA.
... no rest for me below , Oriana . When the long dun wolds are ribb'd with snow , And loud the Norland whirlwinds blow , Oriana , Alone I wander to and fro , Oriana . Ere the light on dark was growing , Oriana , THE BALLAD OF ORIANA.
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... blowing , waters flowing , We heard the steeds to battle going , Oriana ; Aloud the hollow bugle blowing , Oriana . In the yew - wood black as night , Oriana , Ere I rode into the fight , Oriana , While blissful tears blinded my sight ...
... blowing , waters flowing , We heard the steeds to battle going , Oriana ; Aloud the hollow bugle blowing , Oriana . In the yew - wood black as night , Oriana , Ere I rode into the fight , Oriana , While blissful tears blinded my sight ...
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66 O mother Adeline adown BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER BEN JONSON beneath blow bound in morocco breath brow call me early Camelot cheek cloth dark Dear mother Ida death deep dream Earl was fair earth EDITION EDWARD MOXON Eleänore elegantly bound Enone ESSAYS OF ELIA evermore eyes fall floating flowers folds thy grave forlorn GEORGE DARLEY golden prime goose green that folds harken ere Haroun Alraschid HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath hear heard heart Heaven kiss Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott land LEIGH HUNT Let them rave light Lilian lips look look'd moon morn night o'er Oriana POEMS Portrait and Vignette price 16s Queen roll'd round saw thro seem'd shadow sing sleep slowly smile song soul star stept sweet tears thee thine THOMAS CAMPBELL thou thought thro turret and tree Vere de Vere voice volume 8vo weary wild WILLIAM GIFFORD wind
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Page 174 - Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
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Page 122 - Had lost his way between the piney sides Of this long glen. Then to the bower they came, Naked they came to that smooth-swarded bower, And at their feet the crocus brake like fire, Violet, amaracus, and asphodel, Lotos and lilies : and a wind arose, And overhead the wandering ivy and vine, This way and that; in many a wild festoon Ran riot, garlanding the gnarled boughs With bunch and berry and flower thro
Page 78 - Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
Page 81 - The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot : And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott.
Page 156 - Lady Clara Vere de Vere, You put strange memories in my head. Not thrice your branching limes have blown Since I beheld young Laurence dead. Oh your sweet eyes, your low replies : A great enchantress you may be ; But there was that across his throat Which you had hardly cared to see. Lady Clara Vere de Vere, When thus he met his mother's view, She had the passions of her kind, She spake some certain truths of you. Indeed I heard one bitter word That scarce is fit for you to hear ; Her manners had...