Poems, Volume 2E. Moxon, 1846 |
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Page 57
... Fall down , O Simeon : thou hast suffer'd long 99 For ages and for ages ! then they prate Of penances I cannot have gone thro ' , Perplexing me with lies ; and oft I fall , ST . SIMEON STYLITES . 57.
... Fall down , O Simeon : thou hast suffer'd long 99 For ages and for ages ! then they prate Of penances I cannot have gone thro ' , Perplexing me with lies ; and oft I fall , ST . SIMEON STYLITES . 57.
Page 115
... fall . Comes a vapour from the margin , blackening over heath and holt , Cramming all the blast before it , in its breast a thunder- bolt . Let it fall on Locksley Hall , with rain or hail , or fire or snow ; For the mighty wind arises ...
... fall . Comes a vapour from the margin , blackening over heath and holt , Cramming all the blast before it , in its breast a thunder- bolt . Let it fall on Locksley Hall , with rain or hail , or fire or snow ; For the mighty wind arises ...
Page 143
... Falls off , but cycles always round . " As old mythologies relate , Some draught of Lethe might await The slipping thro ' from state to state . " As here we find in trances , men Forget the dream that happens then , Until they fall in ...
... Falls off , but cycles always round . " As old mythologies relate , Some draught of Lethe might await The slipping thro ' from state to state . " As here we find in trances , men Forget the dream that happens then , Until they fall in ...
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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