Poetical Works, Volumen 1Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... never speaks : So innocent - arch , so cunning - simple , From beneath her gathered wimple Glancing with black - beaded eyes , Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby - roses in her cheeks ; Then away she flies . Prithee weep , May ...
... never speaks : So innocent - arch , so cunning - simple , From beneath her gathered wimple Glancing with black - beaded eyes , Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby - roses in her cheeks ; Then away she flies . Prithee weep , May ...
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... Never grow sere , When rooted in the garden of the mind , Because they are the earliest of the year . ) Nor was the night thy shroud . In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest Thou leddest by the hand thy infant Hope . The eddying of ...
... Never grow sere , When rooted in the garden of the mind , Because they are the earliest of the year . ) Nor was the night thy shroud . In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest Thou leddest by the hand thy infant Hope . The eddying of ...
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... never would hear it - your ears are so dull ; So keep where you are : you are foul with sin ; It would shrink to the earth if you came in . THE DYING SWAN . THE plain was grassy , wild and bare , Wide , wild , and open to the air ...
... never would hear it - your ears are so dull ; So keep where you are : you are foul with sin ; It would shrink to the earth if you came in . THE DYING SWAN . THE plain was grassy , wild and bare , Wide , wild , and open to the air ...
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... never raise thine head From the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . IV . 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 ...
... never raise thine head From the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . IV . 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 ...
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... when I raised my eyes , above They met with two so full and bright- Such eyes ! I swear to you , my love , That these have never lost their light . I loved , and love dispelled the fear That I 52 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER .
... when I raised my eyes , above They met with two so full and bright- Such eyes ! I swear to you , my love , That these have never lost their light . I loved , and love dispelled the fear That I 52 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER .
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Términos y frases comunes
ALFRED TENNYSON answer arms beneath betwixt blazoned blow breast breath brows Camelot cataract cheek child cloud crown Cyril dark dead dear death deep dipt doors Dora dream dropt earth Edwin Morris Enone Excalibur eyes face fair fall Florian flowers flying folds forever hand happy harken ere hath head hear heard heart Heaven hollow hour king King Arthur kiss knew Lady of Shalott Lady Psyche land Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look Lord maid maiden moon morn mother Ida move murmur night o'er Oriana Princess Princess Ida Queen rode rolled rose round sang scorn seemed shadow shame SIMEON STYLITES Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul sound spake speak spoke star stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou thought touch turned unto vext voice weary whisper wild wind woman words
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Página 341 - ... crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So...
Página 183 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...
Página 130 - Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere, •' Ah ! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go ? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes ? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight.
Página 127 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: '•I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.
Página 93 - Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whisper'd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
Página 226 - EVE. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes are...
Página 130 - 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 Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Página 182 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Página 24 - 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 saw thro
Página 239 - He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well,