Poems, Volumen 1Edward Moxon, 1856 - 379 páginas |
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... fold , Engarlanded and diaper'd With inwrought flowers , a cloth of gold . Thereon , his deep eye laughter - stirr'd With merriment of kingly pride , Sole star of all that place and time , I saw him - in his golden prime , THE GOOD ...
... fold , Engarlanded and diaper'd With inwrought flowers , a cloth of gold . Thereon , his deep eye laughter - stirr'd With merriment of kingly pride , Sole star of all that place and time , I saw him - in his golden prime , THE GOOD ...
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... his narrow earthen urn , In every elbow and turn , The filter'd tribute of the rough woodland . O ! hither lead thy feet ! 65 Pour round mine ears the livelong bleat Of the thick - fleeced sheep from wattled folds , 28 ODE TO MEMORY .
... his narrow earthen urn , In every elbow and turn , The filter'd tribute of the rough woodland . O ! hither lead thy feet ! 65 Pour round mine ears the livelong bleat Of the thick - fleeced sheep from wattled folds , 28 ODE TO MEMORY .
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Of the thick - fleeced sheep from wattled folds , Upon the ridged wolds , When the first matin - song hath waken'd loud Over the dark dewy earth forlorn , What time the amber morn Forth gushes from beneath ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Of the thick - fleeced sheep from wattled folds , Upon the ridged wolds , When the first matin - song hath waken'd loud Over the dark dewy earth forlorn , What time the amber morn Forth gushes from beneath ...
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... Fold thy palms across thy breast , Fold thine arms , turn to thy rest . Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy ... folds thy grave . Let them rave . 10 E 3 . 5 Thou wilt not turn upon thy bed 49 A DIRGE.
... Fold thy palms across thy breast , Fold thine arms , turn to thy rest . Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy ... folds thy grave . Let them rave . 10 E 3 . 5 Thou wilt not turn upon thy bed 49 A DIRGE.
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... folds thy grave . Let them rave . 25 4 . Crocodiles wept tears for thee ; The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O'er the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave ...
... folds thy grave . Let them rave . 25 4 . Crocodiles wept tears for thee ; The woodbine and eglatere Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear . Let them rave . Rain makes music in the tree O'er the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave ...
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beneath blow born break breath brow child close cloud cold comes dark dead dear death deep door Dora dream earth eyes face fair fall fear field fire flowers folds garden 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 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
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Página 278 - along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, 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 There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law. '3° So I
Página 267 - We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. -TO
Página 266 - Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life
Página 332 - A light upon the shining sea— The Bridegroom with his bride ! SIR GALAHAD. MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure. The shattering trumpet shrilleth high,
Página 200 - like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend
Página 200 - so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God. But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou seest—if indeed I go— (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)
Página 308 - crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want." I ceased, and sat as one forlorn. Then said the voice, in quiet scorn,
Página 282 - methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing-space; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my , dusky race. Iron-jointed, supple-sinew'd, they shall dive, and they shall run,
Página 200 - have lived my life, and that which I have done May He within himself make pure ! but thou, If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice