Poems, Volumen2Edward Moxon, 1846 - 235 páginas |
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... touch'd a foot , that might have danced The greensward into greener circles , dipt , And mix'd with shadows of the common ground ! But the full day dwelt on her brows , and sunn'd Her violet eyes , and all her Hebe - bloom , And doubled ...
... touch'd a foot , that might have danced The greensward into greener circles , dipt , And mix'd with shadows of the common ground ! But the full day dwelt on her brows , and sunn'd Her violet eyes , and all her Hebe - bloom , And doubled ...
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... touch'd with some new grace Or seem'd to touch her , so that day by day , Like one that never can be wholly known , Her beauty grew ; till Autumn brought an hour For Eustace , when I heard his deep " I will , " Breathed , like the ...
... touch'd with some new grace Or seem'd to touch her , so that day by day , Like one that never can be wholly known , Her beauty grew ; till Autumn brought an hour For Eustace , when I heard his deep " I will , " Breathed , like the ...
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... touch'd upon the game , how scarce it was This season ; glancing thence , discuss'd the farm , The fourfield system , and the price of grain ; And struck upon the corn - laws , where we split , And came again together on the king With ...
... touch'd upon the game , how scarce it was This season ; glancing thence , discuss'd the farm , The fourfield system , and the price of grain ; And struck upon the corn - laws , where we split , And came again together on the king With ...
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... touch'd on , dipt and rose , And turn'd to look at her . XXXIV . " And here she came , and round me play'd , And sang to me the whole Of those three stanzas that 6 About my giant bole ; ' you made XXXV . " And in a fit of frolic mirth ...
... touch'd on , dipt and rose , And turn'd to look at her . XXXIV . " And here she came , and round me play'd , And sang to me the whole Of those three stanzas that 6 About my giant bole ; ' you made XXXV . " And in a fit of frolic mirth ...
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... place the morning wept : Touch'd by his feet the daisy slept . " The simple senses crown'd his head : ' Omega ! thou art lord , ' they said , ' We find no motion in the dead . ' 66 Why , if man rot in dreamless ease , 134 THE TWO VOICES .
... place the morning wept : Touch'd by his feet the daisy slept . " The simple senses crown'd his head : ' Omega ! thou art lord , ' they said , ' We find no motion in the dead . ' 66 Why , if man rot in dreamless ease , 134 THE TWO VOICES .
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Términos y frases comunes
Alice the nurse AMPHION answer'd art thou beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag dark dipt Dora dream earth Edward Gray Ellen Adair Excalibur eyes fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone grew Hall hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven hope hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald Mastodon mind moon moorland morn never nevermore 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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Página 95 - Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Página 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 thunder-storm; 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.
Página 94 - In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Página 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...
Página 6 - 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...
Página 108 - There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing-space ; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Página 13 - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, ' Place me in the barge ;
Página 13 - Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream - by these Three Queens with crowns of gold - and from them rose A cry that shivered to the tingling stars...
Página 93 - 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.
Página 100 - 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.