Poems, Volume 2Edward Moxon, 1842 - 231 pages |
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... once more - but let what will be , be , I am so deeply smitten through the helm That without help I cannot last till morn . Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur , Which was my pride : for thou rememberest how In those old days , one ...
... once more - but let what will be , be , I am so deeply smitten through the helm That without help I cannot last till morn . Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur , Which was my pride : for thou rememberest how In those old days , one ...
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... once we met Unheedful , though beneath a whispering rain Night slid down one long stream of sighing wind , And in her bosom bore the baby , Sleep . But this whole hour your eyes have been intent On that veil'd picture - veil'd , for ...
... once we met Unheedful , though beneath a whispering rain Night slid down one long stream of sighing wind , And in her bosom bore the baby , Sleep . But this whole hour your eyes have been intent On that veil'd picture - veil'd , for ...
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... once hard words , and parted , and he died In foreign lands ; but for his sake I bred His daughter Dora : take her for your wife ; For I have wish'd this marriage , night and day , For many years . " But William answer'd short , " I ...
... once hard words , and parted , and he died In foreign lands ; but for his sake I bred His daughter Dora : take her for your wife ; For I have wish'd this marriage , night and day , For many years . " But William answer'd short , " I ...
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... And Dora would have risen and gone to him , But her heart fail'd her ; and the reapers reap'd , And the sun fell , and all the land was dark . But when the morrow came , she rose and took The child once more , and sat upon the mound.
... And Dora would have risen and gone to him , But her heart fail'd her ; and the reapers reap'd , And the sun fell , and all the land was dark . But when the morrow came , she rose and took The child once more , and sat upon the mound.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. The child once more , and sat upon the mound ; And made a little wreath of all the flowers That grew about , and tied it round his hat To make him pleasing in her uncle's eye . Then when the farmer pass'd ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. The child once more , and sat upon the mound ; And made a little wreath of all the flowers That grew about , and tied it round his hat To make him pleasing in her uncle's eye . Then when the farmer pass'd ...
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Alice the nurse AMPHION answer'd beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag dark death dipt Dora dream earth Edward Gray Ellen Adair Eustace evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone grew hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven hope hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare last embrace laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald mind 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 words yonder
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Page 105 - From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue ; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunderstorm ; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Page 174 - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Page 14 - And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
Page 104 - 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 6 - So saying, from the ruin'd shrine he stept And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
Page 11 - And caught him by the hilt, and brandish'd him Three times, and drew him under in the mere. And lightly went the other to the King. Then spoke King Arthur, drawing thicker breath : 'Now see I by thine eyes that this is done. Speak out: what is it thou hast heard, or seen?
Page 97 - As the husband is, the wife is: thou art mated with a clown, And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down. He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.
Page 89 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades 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...
Page 99 - Comfort? comfort scorn'd 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 15 - So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death...