Poems, Band 1Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1851 - 261 Seiten |
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... thoughts in the translucent fane Of her still spirit ; locks not wide dispread , Madonna - wise on either side her head ; Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign The summer calm of golden charity , Were fixed shadows of thy fixed mood ...
... thoughts in the translucent fane Of her still spirit ; locks not wide dispread , Madonna - wise on either side her head ; Sweet lips whereon perpetually did reign The summer calm of golden charity , Were fixed shadows of thy fixed mood ...
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... Though deep , not fathomless , Was cloven with the million stars that tremble O'er the deep mind of dauntless infancy . Small thought was there of life's distress ; For sure she deemed no mist of earth could dull ODE TO MEMORY . 31.
... Though deep , not fathomless , Was cloven with the million stars that tremble O'er the deep mind of dauntless infancy . Small thought was there of life's distress ; For sure she deemed no mist of earth could dull ODE TO MEMORY . 31.
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... open scroll , Before him lay with echoing feet he threaded : The secret'st walks of fame : The viewless arrows of his thoughts were headed And winged with flame , Like Indian reeds blown from his silver tongue , And THE POET.
... open scroll , Before him lay with echoing feet he threaded : The secret'st walks of fame : The viewless arrows of his thoughts were headed And winged with flame , Like Indian reeds blown from his silver tongue , And THE POET.
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... thought , " My spirit is here alone , Walks forgotten , and is forlorn . " V. Dreaming , she knew it was a dream : She felt he was and was not there . She woke the babble of the stream Fell , and without the steady glare Shrank the sick ...
... thought , " My spirit is here alone , Walks forgotten , and is forlorn . " V. Dreaming , she knew it was a dream : She felt he was and was not there . She woke the babble of the stream Fell , and without the steady glare Shrank the sick ...
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... thought . Far off from human neighborhood , Thou wert born , on a summer morn , A mile beneath the cedar - wood . Thy bounteous forehead was not fanned With breezes from our oaken glades , But thou wert nursed in some delicious land Of ...
... thought . Far off from human neighborhood , Thou wert born , on a summer morn , A mile beneath the cedar - wood . Thy bounteous forehead was not fanned With breezes from our oaken glades , But thou wert nursed in some delicious land Of ...
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Adeline adown beneath betwixt blazoned blessed blow breast breath brow call me early Camelot cheek cloud crown dark Dear mother Ida death deep Dipt door Dora dream drew DYING SWAN Earl was fair earth Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face faint fall floating flow flowers folds thy grave forlorn garden golden prime goose green that folds hand harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hollow King Arthur kiss Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott land lean Let them rave light Lilian lips look merman moon morn never night o'er Oriana Queen rose round sang shadow shallop silver SIMEON STYLITES sing sitting sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake spirit star stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou thought towers Vere de Vere voice wander weary weep wild wind words
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Seite 11 - Upon the middle of the night, Waking she heard the night-fowl crow: The cock sung out an hour ere light: From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her: without hope of change, In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn, Till cold winds woke the gray-eyed morn About the lonely moated grange. She only said, " The day is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
Seite 226 - 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, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away.
Seite 163 - To dream and dream, like yonder amber light, Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height ; To hear each other's whisper'd speech ; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray ; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
Seite 79 - The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott.
Seite 37 - Over its grave i' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger-lily. ii The air is damp, and hush'd, and close, As a sick man's room when he taketh repose An hour before death ; My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves, And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath, And the year's last rose. Heavily hangs the broad...
Seite 11 - Her tears fell with the dews at even; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried; She could not look on the sweet heaven, Either at morn or eventide. After the flitting of the bats, When thickest dark did trance the sky, She drew her casement-curtain by, And glanced athwart the glooming flats. 20 She only said, 'The night is dreary, He cometh not,' she said; She said, 'I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
Seite 138 - So when four years were wholly finished, She threw her royal robes away. 'Make me a cottage in the vale,' she said, 'Where I may mourn and pray. 'Yet pull not down my palace towers, that are So lightly, beautifully built: Perchance I may return with others there When I have purged my guilt.
Seite 219 - What harm, undone? deep harm to disobey, Seeing obedience is the bond of rule. Were it well to obey then, if a king demand An act unprofitable, against himself?
Seite 194 - T is nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we '11 dearly rue for you. What is it we can do for you ? Speak out before you die. His face is growing sharp and thin. Alack ! our friend is gone.
Seite 158 - Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon ; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go ; And some through wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.