PoemsEdward Moxon, 1856 - 379 Seiten |
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... And newness of thine art so pleased thee , That all which thou hast drawn of fairest Or boldest since , but lightly weighs With thee unto the love thou bearest The first - born of thy genius . Artist - ODE TO MEMORY . 29.
... And newness of thine art so pleased thee , That all which thou hast drawn of fairest Or boldest since , but lightly weighs With thee unto the love thou bearest The first - born of thy genius . Artist - ODE TO MEMORY . 29.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. The first - born of thy genius . Artist - like , Ever retiring thou dost gaze On the prime labour of thine early days : No matter what the sketch might be ; Whether the high field on the bushless Pike , Or ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. The first - born of thy genius . Artist - like , Ever retiring thou dost gaze On the prime labour of thine early days : No matter what the sketch might be ; Whether the high field on the bushless Pike , Or ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. THE POET . THE poet in a golden clime was born , With golden stars above ; Dower'd with the hate of hate , the scorn of scorn , The love of love . He saw thro ' life and death , thro ' good and ill , He ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. THE POET . THE poet in a golden clime was born , With golden stars above ; Dower'd with the hate of hate , the scorn of scorn , The love of love . He saw thro ' life and death , thro ' good and ill , He ...
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... - green beside a gray church - tower , Wash'd with still rains and daisy - blossomed ; Two children in one hamlet born and bred ; So runs the round of life from hour to hour . THE MERMAN . 1 . WHO would be A merman 57.
... - green beside a gray church - tower , Wash'd with still rains and daisy - blossomed ; Two children in one hamlet born and bred ; So runs the round of life from hour to hour . THE MERMAN . 1 . WHO would be A merman 57.
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... born , on a summer morn , A mile beneath the cedar - wood . Thy bounteous forehead was not fann'd With breezes from our oaken glades , But thou wert nursed in some delicious land Of lavish lights , and floating shades : And flattering ...
... born , on a summer morn , A mile beneath the cedar - wood . Thy bounteous forehead was not fann'd With breezes from our oaken glades , But thou wert nursed in some delicious land Of lavish lights , and floating shades : And flattering ...
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answer'd beneath blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek cloud dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep dipt door Dora dream earth Edwin Morris Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall floating flowers folds golden prime grave green hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hour King King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady Clare Lady of Shalott land last embrace Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord measured words mind moon morn never night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro scorn seem'd shadow SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stars stept summer sweet Sweet Emma tears thee thine things thou art thought thro thy dreams turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice weary weep wild wind
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Seite 199 - And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
Seite 11 - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Seite 271 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Seite 283 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
Seite 279 - With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunder-storm ; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battleflags 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.
Seite 268 - Locksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts, And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into cataracts. 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...
Seite 335 - Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic bark; I leap on board, no helmsman steers, I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light! Three angels bear the holy Grail: With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars.
Seite 142 - In the afternoon they came unto a land, In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, 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 thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
Seite 70 - In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining Heavily the low sky raining Over tower'd Camelot.
Seite 195 - King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake. Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills.