Poems, Volumen 1Edward Moxon, 1856 - 379 páginas |
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... once again to woo thee mine- It seems in after - dinner talk Across the walnuts and the wine- To be the long and listless boy Late - left an orphan of the squire , 35 Where this old mansion mounted high Looks down upon the village spire ...
... once again to woo thee mine- It seems in after - dinner talk Across the walnuts and the wine- To be the long and listless boy Late - left an orphan of the squire , 35 Where this old mansion mounted high Looks down upon the village spire ...
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... burning drouth Of that long desert to the south . Last night , when some one spoke his name , From my swift blood that went and came A thousand little shafts of flame Were shiver'd in my narrow frame . O Love , O fire ! once he drew With ...
... burning drouth Of that long desert to the south . Last night , when some one spoke his name , From my swift blood that went and came A thousand little shafts of flame Were shiver'd in my narrow frame . O Love , O fire ! once he drew With ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. O Love , O fire ! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul thro ' My lips , as sunlight drinketh dew . Before he mounts the hill , I know He cometh quickly : from below Sweet gales , as from deep ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. O Love , O fire ! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul thro ' My lips , as sunlight drinketh dew . Before he mounts the hill , I know He cometh quickly : from below Sweet gales , as from deep ...
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... citadel , The crown of Troas . Hither came at noon 15 Mournful Enone , wandering forlorn Of Paris , once her playmate on the hills . Her cheek had lost the rose , and round her neck Floated her hair or seem'd to float in rest . 98.
... citadel , The crown of Troas . Hither came at noon 15 Mournful Enone , wandering forlorn Of Paris , once her playmate on the hills . Her cheek had lost the rose , and round her neck Floated her hair or seem'd to float in rest . 98.
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... once more like some sick man declined , '55 And trusted any cure . But over these she trod : and those great bells Began to chime . She took her throne : She sat betwixt the shining Oriels , To sing her songs alone . And thro ' the ...
... once more like some sick man declined , '55 And trusted any cure . But over these she trod : and those great bells Began to chime . She took her throne : She sat betwixt the shining Oriels , To sing her songs alone . And thro ' the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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 yonder
Pasajes populares
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