Poems, Volume 1E. Moxon, 1846 - 235 pages |
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... night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her without hope of change , In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn , Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About MARIANA . 11.
... night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her without hope of change , In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn , Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About MARIANA . 11.
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... sleep I sank In cool soft turf upon the bank , Entranced with that place and time , So worthy of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . X. Thence thro ' the garden I was drawn- A realm of pleasance , many a mound , And many a ...
... sleep I sank In cool soft turf upon the bank , Entranced with that place and time , So worthy of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . X. Thence thro ' the garden I was drawn- A realm of pleasance , many a mound , And many a ...
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... sleeps in the central deeps Would slowly trail himself sevenfold Round the hall where I sate , and look in at the gate With his large calm eyes for the love of me . And all the mermen under the sea Would feel their immortality Die in ...
... sleeps in the central deeps Would slowly trail himself sevenfold Round the hall where I sate , and look in at the gate With his large calm eyes for the love of me . And all the mermen under the sea Would feel their immortality Die in ...
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... sleep forgotten , I wake forlorn . " IV . Nor bird would sing , nor lamb would bleat , Nor any cloud would cross the vault , But day increased from heat to heat , On stony drought and steaming salt ; Till now at noon she slept again ...
... sleep forgotten , I wake forlorn . " IV . Nor bird would sing , nor lamb would bleat , Nor any cloud would cross the vault , But day increased from heat to heat , On stony drought and steaming salt ; Till now at noon she slept again ...
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... sleep was broken thro ' By some wild skylark's matin song . And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan ; But ere I saw your eyes , my love , I had no motion of my own . For scarce my life with fancy play'd Before I ...
... sleep was broken thro ' By some wild skylark's matin song . And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan ; But ere I saw your eyes , my love , I had no motion of my own . For scarce my life with fancy play'd Before I ...
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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 157 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Page 175 - They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land: far off, three mountain-tops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flush'd: and, dew'd with showery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. The charmed sunset linger'd low adown In the red West: thro...
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.
Page 181 - Before them of the ten years' war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things. Is there confusion in the little isle? Let what is broken so remain. The Gods are hard to reconcile: 'Tis hard to settle order once again. There is confusion worse than death, Trouble on trouble, pain on pain, Long...
Page 14 - My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
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...