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... song To give us breathing - space . " So I began , And the rest follow'd : and the women sang Between the rougher voices of the men , Like linnets in the pauses of the wind : And here I give the story and the songs . I. PRINCE I was ...
... song To give us breathing - space . " So I began , And the rest follow'd : and the women sang Between the rougher voices of the men , Like linnets in the pauses of the wind : And here I give the story and the songs . I. PRINCE I was ...
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... songs , the whispers , and the shrieks Of the wild woods together ; and a Voice Went with it , " Follow , follow , thou shalt win . " , Then , ere the silver sickle of that month Became her golden shield , I stole from court With Cyril ...
... songs , the whispers , and the shrieks Of the wild woods together ; and a Voice Went with it , " Follow , follow , thou shalt win . " , Then , ere the silver sickle of that month Became her golden shield , I stole from court With Cyril ...
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... stir Of fountains spouted up and showering down In meshes of the jasmine and the rose : And all about us peal'd the nightingale , Rapt in her song , and careless of the snare . There stood a bust of Pallas for a sign , A MEDLEY . 25.
... stir Of fountains spouted up and showering down In meshes of the jasmine and the rose : And all about us peal'd the nightingale , Rapt in her song , and careless of the snare . There stood a bust of Pallas for a sign , A MEDLEY . 25.
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... song oar'd a shallop by , Or under arches of the marble bridge Hung , shadow'd from the heat : some hid and sought In the orange thickets : others tost a ball Above the fountain - jets , and back again With laughter : others lay about ...
... song oar'd a shallop by , Or under arches of the marble bridge Hung , shadow'd from the heat : some hid and sought In the orange thickets : others tost a ball Above the fountain - jets , and back again With laughter : others lay about ...
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... song of your own land , " she said , " Not such as moans about the retrospect , But deals with the other distance and the hues Of promise ; not a death's - head at the wine . " Then I remember'd one myself had made , What time I watch'd ...
... song of your own land , " she said , " Not such as moans about the retrospect , But deals with the other distance and the hues Of promise ; not a death's - head at the wine . " Then I remember'd one myself had made , What time I watch'd ...
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Page 196 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ' Forward the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns !
Page 197 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd ; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd ; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Page 270 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Page 160 - Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost. And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open untD me.
Page 285 - O YOU chorus of indolent reviewers, Irresponsible, indolent reviewers, Look, I come to the test, a tiny poem All composed in a metre of Catullus, All in quantity, careful of my motion, Like the skater on ice that hardly bears him, Lest I fall unawares before the people, Waking laughter in indolent reviewers. Should I flounder awhile without a tumble Thro...
Page 179 - BURY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Page 71 - The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dyin£, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 33 - O lift your natures up: Embrace our aims : work out your freedom. Girls, Knowledge is now no more a fountain seal'd : Drink deep, until the habits of the slave. The sins of emptiness, gossip and spite And slander, die. Better not be at all Than not be noble.
Page 225 - ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaay? Proputty, proputty, proputty — that's what I 'ears 'em saay. Proputty, proputty, proputty — Sam, thou's an ass for thy paai'ns : Theer's moor sense i' one o' 'is legs nor in all thy braai'ns.
Page 265 - Glory of Virtue, to fight, to struggle, to right the wrong — Nay, but she aim'd not at glory, no lover of glory she : Give her the glory of going on, and still to be.