Poems, Volume 1E. Moxon, 1846 - 235 pages |
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... did I turn away The boat - head down a broad canal From the main river sluiced , where all The sloping of the moon - lit sward Was damask - work , and deep inlay 23 Of braided blooms unmown , which crept Adown to where.
... did I turn away The boat - head down a broad canal From the main river sluiced , where all The sloping of the moon - lit sward Was damask - work , and deep inlay 23 Of braided blooms unmown , which crept Adown to where.
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... river won Ridged the smooth level , bearing on My shallop through the 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 ...
... river won Ridged the smooth level , bearing on My shallop through the 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 ...
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... river ; Bright as light , and clear as wind . II . Dark - brow'd sophist , come not anear ; All the place is holy ground ; Hollow smile and frozen sneer Come not here . pour Holy water will I Into every spicy flower Of THE POET'S MIND.
... river ; Bright as light , and clear as wind . II . Dark - brow'd sophist , come not anear ; All the place is holy ground ; Hollow smile and frozen sneer Come not here . pour Holy water will I Into every spicy flower Of THE POET'S MIND.
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... river ran , Adown it floated a dying swan , Which loudly did lament . It was the middle of the day . Ever the weary wind went on , And took the reed - tops as it went . Some blue peaks in the distance rose , And white against the cold ...
... river ran , Adown it floated a dying swan , Which loudly did lament . It was the middle of the day . Ever the weary wind went on , And took the reed - tops as it went . Some blue peaks in the distance rose , And white against the cold ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. One willow over the river wept , And shook the wave as the wind did sigh ; Above in the wind was the swallow , Chasing itself at its own wild will , And far thro ' the marish green and still The tangled ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. One willow over the river wept , And shook the wave as the wind did sigh ; Above in the wind was the swallow , Chasing itself at its own wild will , And far thro ' the marish green and still The tangled ...
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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 13 - In the white curtain, to and fro, She saw the gusty shadow sway. But when the moon was very low, And wild winds bound within their cell, The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her bed, across her brow. She only said, ' The night is dreary, He cometh not...
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...