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... - 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 MARIANA . 11.
... - 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 MARIANA . 11.
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Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) 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 ...
Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) 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 ...
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... cold upon the ground , And the far - off stream is dumb , And the whirring sail goes round , And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits , The white owl in the belfry sits . When merry milkmaids click the latch ...
... cold upon the ground , And the far - off stream is dumb , And the whirring sail goes round , And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits , The white owl in the belfry sits . When merry milkmaids click the latch ...
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... cold ? Wherefore those faint smiles of thine , Spiritual Adeline ? What hope or fear or joy is thine ? Who talketh with thee , Adeline ? For sure thou art not all alone : Do beating hearts of salient springs Keep measure with thine own ...
... cold ? Wherefore those faint smiles of thine , Spiritual Adeline ? What hope or fear or joy is thine ? Who talketh with thee , Adeline ? For sure thou art not all alone : Do beating hearts of salient springs Keep measure with thine own ...
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... himself he sold : Upon himself himself did feed : Quiet , dispassionate , and cold , And other than his form of creed , With chisell'd features clear and sleek . THE POET . THE poet in a golden clime was A CHARACTER . 45.
... himself he sold : Upon himself himself did feed : Quiet , dispassionate , and cold , And other than his form of creed , With chisell'd features clear and sleek . THE POET . THE poet in a golden clime was A CHARACTER . 45.
Términos y frases comunes
answer'd beneath blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep dipt Dora DOVER STREET dream earth EDWARD MOXON evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall flowers fluttering tongues folded gleaming gold dagger golden grave green hand happy harken ere hath hear heard heart Heaven high dial hour iris changes King Arthur kiss kiss'd knew Lady Lady of Shalott land last embrace light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord mind moon morn mother Ida never night o'er Oriana pain Queen rest roll'd rose round scorn seem'd shade shadow Shalott shining SIMEON STYLITES Sir Bedivere sitting sleep smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stars stept summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro touch'd truth turn'd unto voice weary weep whisper wild wind words yonder
Pasajes populares
Página 163 - xI. So you must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear, To-morrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the glad New-year : To-morrow 'ill be of all the year the maddest merriest day, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Página 106 - Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns. What is that to him that reaps not harvest of his youthful joys, Tho' the deep heart of existence beat for ever like a boy's
Página 75 - 1832.) THE LADY OF SHALOTT. PART I. ON either side the river lie Long 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 Bound an island there below, The island of Shalott.
Página 185 - Dan Chaucer, the first warbler, whose sweet breath Preluded those melodious bursts, that fill The spacious times of great Elizabeth With sounds that echo still. m. And, for a while, the knowledge of his art Held me above the subject, as strong gales IT. Charged both mine eyes with tears. In every land I saw, wherever light illumineth,
Página 177 - The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, spins from brand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving hail. I leave the plain, I climb the height: No branchy thicket shelter yields ; But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields.
Página 186 - IT. Charged both mine eyes with tears. In every land I saw, wherever light illumineth, Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand The downward slope to death. T. Those far-renowned brides of ancient song Peopled the hollow dark, like burning stars, And I heard sounds of insult, shame, and wrong, And trumpets blown for wars
Página 110 - spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. Thro' the shadow of the world we sweep into the younger day: Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay. Mother-Age (for mine I knew not) help me as when life begun
Página 183 - peak : The Lotos blows by every winding creek : All day the wind breathes low with mellower, tone : Thro' every hollow cave and alley lone Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos-dust is blown. We have had enough of action, and of motion we,
Página 136 - he that shuts Love out, in turn shall be Shut out from Love, and on her threshold lie Howling in outer darkness. Not for this Was common clay ta'en from the common earth, Moulded by God, and temper'd with the tears Of angels to the perfect shape of man. THE PALACE OF ART. I
Página 200 - Moreover it is written that my race Hew'd Ammon, hip and thigh, from Aroer On Arnon unto Minneth." Here her face Glow'd, as I look'd at her. She lock'd her lips : she left me where I stood : " Glory to God," she sang, and past afar, Thridding the sombre boskage of the wood, Toward the morning-star.