Poems, Volume 2Edward Moxon, 1846 - 235 pages |
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... rest , From spur to plume a star of tournament , Shot thro ' the lists at Camelot , and charged Before the eyes of ladies and of kings . ? Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere , " Ah ! my Lord Arthur , whither shall I go ? Where ...
... rest , From spur to plume a star of tournament , Shot thro ' the lists at Camelot , and charged Before the eyes of ladies and of kings . ? Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere , " Ah ! my Lord Arthur , whither shall I go ? Where ...
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... rest , Denying not these weather - beaten limbs The meed of saints , the white robe and the palm . O take the meaning , Lord : I do not breathe , Not whisper , any murmur of complaint . Pain heap'd ten - hundred - fold to this , were ...
... rest , Denying not these weather - beaten limbs The meed of saints , the white robe and the palm . O take the meaning , Lord : I do not breathe , Not whisper , any murmur of complaint . Pain heap'd ten - hundred - fold to this , were ...
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... rest beneath thy boughs .-- X. " O Walter , I have shelter'd here Whatever maiden grace The good old Summers , year by year , Made ripe in Sumner - chace : XI . " Old Summers , when the monk was fat , And , issuing shorn and sleek ...
... rest beneath thy boughs .-- X. " O Walter , I have shelter'd here Whatever maiden grace The good old Summers , year by year , Made ripe in Sumner - chace : XI . " Old Summers , when the monk was fat , And , issuing shorn and sleek ...
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... roofs of Sumner - place ! XXXIX . But tell me , did she read the name I carved with many vows When last with throbbing heart I came To rest beneath thy boughs ? 66 XL . O yes , she wander'd round and THE TALKING OAK . 73.
... roofs of Sumner - place ! XXXIX . But tell me , did she read the name I carved with many vows When last with throbbing heart I came To rest beneath thy boughs ? 66 XL . O yes , she wander'd round and THE TALKING OAK . 73.
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... rest- Dropt dews upon her golden head , An acorn in her breast . LVIII . “ But in a pet she started up , And pluck'd it out , and drew My little oakling from the cup , And flung him in the dew . LIX . “ And yet it was a graceful gift— I ...
... rest- Dropt dews upon her golden head , An acorn in her breast . LVIII . “ But in a pet she started up , And pluck'd it out , and drew My little oakling from the cup , And flung him in the dew . LIX . “ And yet it was a graceful gift— I ...
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Alice the nurse answer'd beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore born breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag dark death dipt Dora dream dropt earth Edward Gray Ellen Adair Excalibur eyes fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone grew hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven hope hour jaundice King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare land last embrace laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald moon moorland morn never 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 wonder words
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Page 99 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Page 93 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades 10 Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers.
Page 182 - And thro' the mountain-walls A rolling organ-harmony Swells up, and shakes and falls. Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear : " O just and faithful knight of God ! Ride on ! the prize is near.
Page 108 - 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 7 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?" And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: f*"" I heard the ripple washing in the reeds \And the wild water lapping on the crag.
Page 181 - A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose...
Page 97 - Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid. Here about the beach I wander 'd, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time...
Page 121 - To-day I saw the dragon-fly Come from the wells where he did lie. ' An inner impulse rent the veil Of his old husk : from head to tail Came out clear plates of sapphire mail. ' He dried his wings : like gauze they grew : Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew A living flash of light he flew.
Page 104 - 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.
Page 97 - 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.