Locksley Hall Sixty Years After: The Promise of May ; Tiresias ; and Other PoemsTauchnitz, 1887 - 286 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
afoor ageän ALFRED LORD TENNYSON Arthur Balan beänt blossom call'd Charlotte Brontë child coom daäy DAN SMITH dark dead death earth English Exit eyes Farmer Dobson FARMING father fire of Heaven flowers forgive Frontispiece Garlon German languages goäs golden gone grief hallus hand HAROLD hath heard heart Heaven Heir of Redclyffe King knaws Lady last loäd hoäm light Littlechester live Locksley Hall long barn Lord maäke Mark 60 Pfennige marriage MILLY Miss Dora Molly Mother mysen never night Nina Balatka niver Noä oän once Philip Edgar Plockhorst Poems pointed lance poor portrait Queen rose saäy SALLY shadow Sir Balin Sirmio sister smile STEER Steevie sweet sweet'arts taäke TAUCHNITZ tell thee theer thine thou thowt thro TIRESIAS Tomorra turn'd vide weänt woods word Yeäs yer Honour yonder
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Página 263 - Now the Rome of slaves hath perish'd, and the Rome of freemen holds her place, I, from out the Northern Island sunder'd once from all the human race, x I salute thee, Mantovano, I that loved thee since my day began, Wielder of the stateliest measure ever moulded by the lips of man.
Página 261 - Thou that singest wheat and woodland, tilth and vineyard, hive and horse and herd; All the charm of all the Muses often flowering in a lonely word...
Página 162 - Gone into darkness, that full light Of friendship ! past, in sleep, away By night, into the deeper night! The deeper night? A clearer day Than our poor twilight dawn on earth — If night, what barren toil to be ! What life, so maim'd by night, were worth Our living out? Not mine to me...
Página 269 - Before them fleets the shower, And burst the buds, And shine the level lands, And flash the floods ; The stars are from their hands Flung thro...
Página 33 - Is it well that while we range with Science, glorying in the Time, City children soak and blacken soul and sense in city slime? There among the glooming alleys Progress halts on palsied feet, Crime and hunger cast our maidens by the thousand on the street There the Master scrimps his haggard sempstress of her daily bread, There a single sordid attic holds the living and the dead. There the smouldering fire of fever creeps across the rotted floor, And the crowded couch of incest in the warrens of...
Página 272 - MIDNIGHT — in no midsummer tune The breakers lash the shores : The cuckoo of a joyless June Is calling out of doors : And thou hast vanish'd from thine own To that which looks like rest, True brother, only to be known By those who love thee best. Midnight — and joyless June gone by, And from the deluged park The cuckoo of a worse July Is calling thro...
Página 258 - I would that wars should cease, I would the globe from end to end Might sow and reap in peace, And some new Spirit o'erbear the old, Or Trade re-frain the Powers From war with kindly links of gold, Or Love with wreaths of flowers. Slav, Teuton, Kelt, I count them all My friends and brother souls, With all the peoples, great and small, That wheel between the poles.