PoemsEdward Moxon, 1856 - 379 Seiten |
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... field on the bushless Pike , Or even a sand - built ridge Of heaped hills that mound the sea , Overblown with murmurs harsh , Or even a lowly cottage whence we see Stretch'd wide and wild the waste enormous marsh , Where from the ...
... field on the bushless Pike , Or even a sand - built ridge Of heaped hills that mound the sea , Overblown with murmurs harsh , Or even a lowly cottage whence we see Stretch'd wide and wild the waste enormous marsh , Where from the ...
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... field flower , The fruitful wit Cleaving , took root , and springing forth anew Where'er they fell , behold , Like to the mother plant in semblance , grew A flower all gold , And bravely furnish'd all abroad to fling The winged shafts ...
... field flower , The fruitful wit Cleaving , took root , and springing forth anew Where'er they fell , behold , Like to the mother plant in semblance , grew A flower all gold , And bravely furnish'd all abroad to fling The winged shafts ...
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... field , and the happy blossoming shore ? Day and night to the billow the fountain calls ; Down shower the gambolling waterfalls From wandering over the lea : Out of the live - green heart of the dells They freshen the silvery - crimson ...
... field , and the happy blossoming shore ? Day and night to the billow the fountain calls ; Down shower the gambolling waterfalls From wandering over the lea : Out of the live - green heart of the dells They freshen the silvery - crimson ...
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... fields of barley and of rye , That clothe the wold and meet the sky ; And thro ' the field the road runs by To many - tower'd Camelot ; And up and down the people go , Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below , The ...
... fields of barley and of rye , That clothe the wold and meet the sky ; And thro ' the field the road runs by To many - tower'd Camelot ; And up and down the people go , Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below , The ...
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... field , Beside remote Shalott . The gemmy bridle glitter'd free , Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy . The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot : And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty ...
... field , Beside remote Shalott . The gemmy bridle glitter'd free , Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy . The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot : And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty ...
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beneath blow born break breath brow cheek child close cloud cold comes dark dead dear death deep door dream earth eyes face fair fall fear field fire flowers folds golden grave green grow half hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hold hope hour King kiss knew Lady land leave light lips live look Lord memory mind moon morn mother move never night o'er once Oriana pass Queen rest rise rose round seem'd shadow side sing sitting sleep slowly smile song soul sound speak spirit stars stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought thro till took tree truth turn unto voice wild wind
Beliebte Passagen
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.