Poems

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Macmillan, 1882 - 370 páginas

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III
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IV
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V
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VI
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VII
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VIII
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XLI
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XLII
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XLIV
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XLV
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XLVI
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XLVIII
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L
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LII
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IX
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X
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XII
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XIII
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XIV
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XV
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XVIII
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XIX
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XXI
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XXII
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XXIII
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XXIV
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XXV
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XXVI
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XXVII
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XXVIII
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XXIX
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XXX
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XXXI
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XXXIII
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XXXIV
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XXXV
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XXXVI
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XXXVIII
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XXXIX
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XL
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LIII
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LIV
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LV
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LVI
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LVII
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LVIII
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LIX
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LXI
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LXII
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LXIII
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LXIV
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LXV
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LXVI
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LXVIII
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LXIX
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LXX
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LXXI
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LXXII
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LXXIII
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LXXIV
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LXXV
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LXXVI
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LXXVII
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LXXIX
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LXXX
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LXXXI
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LXXXII
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Página 162 - Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away! This way, this way! Call her once before you go — Call once yet! In a voice that she will know: "Margaret! Margaret!
Página 309 - ... freshness of the early world. Ah! since dark days still bring to light Man's prudence and man's fiery might, Time may restore us in his course Goethe's sage mind and Byron's force; But where will Europe's latter hour Again find Wordsworth's healing power? Others will teach us how to dare, And against fear our breast to steel ; Others will strengthen us to bear — But who, ah ! who, will make us feel? The cloud of mortal destiny, Others will front it fearlessly — But who, like him will put...
Página 164 - For the priest and the bell, and the holy well; For the wheel where I spun, And the blessed light of the sun!
Página 165 - For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden, And the gleam of her golden hair. Come away, away children; Come children, come down! The hoarse wind blows colder; Lights shine in the town.
Página 277 - With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone ; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day, and wish 'twere done. Not till the hours of light return, All we have built do we discern.
Página 298 - O born in days when wits were fresh and clear, And life ran gaily as the sparkling Thames; Before this strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims, Its heads o'ertaxed, its palsied hearts, was rife — Fly hence, our contact fear!
Página 325 - If, in the paths of the world. Stones might have wounded thy feet, Toil or dejection have tried Thy spirit, of that we saw Nothing — to us thou wast still Cheerful, and helpful, and firm! Therefore to thee it was given "° Many to save with thyself; And, at the end of thy day, O faithful shepherd ! to come. Bringing thy sheep in thy hand.
Página 297 - Thou waitest for the spark from heaven! and we, Light half-believers of our casual creeds, Who never deeply felt, nor clearly will'd, Whose insight never has borne fruit in deeds, Whose vague resolves never have been fulfill'd; For whom each year we see Breeds new beginnings, disappointments new; Who hesitate and falter life away, And lose to-morrow the ground won to-day — Ah!
Página 203 - Dost thou to-night behold, Here, through the moonlight on this English grass, The unfriendly palace in the Thracian wild ? Dost thou again peruse With hot cheeks and sear'd eyes The too clear web, and thy dumb sister's shame ? Dost thou once more assay Thy flight, and feel come over thee, Poor fugitive, the feathery change Once more, and once more seem to make resound With love and hate, triumph and agony, Lone Daulis, and the high Cephissian vale? Listen, Eugenia — How thick the bursts come crowding...
Página 296 - Thou hast not lived, why should'st thou perish, so ? Thou hadst one aim, one business, one desire ; Else wert thou long since number'd with the dead ! Else hadst thou spent, like other men, thy fire ! The generations of thy peers are fled, And we ourselves shall go ; But thou possesses!

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