The Vision of Sir Launfal: And Other PoemsMacmillan, 1900 - 126 pages |
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... O'er the chance - captured minnow's inchlong corse ; The pockets , plethoric with marbles round , That still a space for ball and peg - top found , Nor satiate yet , could manage to confine Horse - chestnuts , flagroot , and the kite's ...
... O'er the chance - captured minnow's inchlong corse ; The pockets , plethoric with marbles round , That still a space for ball and peg - top found , Nor satiate yet , could manage to confine Horse - chestnuts , flagroot , and the kite's ...
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... O'er the edge of the desert , black and small , Then nearer and nearer , till , one by one , He can count the camels in the sun , As over the red - hot sands they pass To where , in its slender necklace of grass , 260 The little spring ...
... O'er the edge of the desert , black and small , Then nearer and nearer , till , one by one , He can count the camels in the sun , As over the red - hot sands they pass To where , in its slender necklace of grass , 260 The little spring ...
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... o'er ; When the first poor outcast went in at the door , She entered with him in disguise , And mastered the fortress by surprise ; There is no spot she loves so well on ground , She lingers and smiles there the whole year round " ; 340 ...
... o'er ; When the first poor outcast went in at the door , She entered with him in disguise , And mastered the fortress by surprise ; There is no spot she loves so well on ground , She lingers and smiles there the whole year round " ; 340 ...
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... O'er yon bare knoll the pointed cedar shadows Drowse on the crisp , gray moss ; the ploughman's call Creeps faint as smoke from black , fresh - furrowed meadows ; The single crow a single caw lets fall ; And all around me every bush and ...
... O'er yon bare knoll the pointed cedar shadows Drowse on the crisp , gray moss ; the ploughman's call Creeps faint as smoke from black , fresh - furrowed meadows ; The single crow a single caw lets fall ; And all around me every bush and ...
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... o'er the railway's trace , And roams the savage Past of his undwindled rights . ° The red - oak , softer - grained , yields all for lost , And , with his crumpled foliage stiff and dry , After the first betrayal of the frost , Rebuffs ...
... o'er the railway's trace , And roams the savage Past of his undwindled rights . ° The red - oak , softer - grained , yields all for lost , And , with his crumpled foliage stiff and dry , After the first betrayal of the frost , Rebuffs ...
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VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL James Russell 1819-1891 Lowell,Frank Herbert 1858 Palmer No preview available - 2016 |
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Page 46 - Then think I of deep shadows on the grass, Of meadows where in sun the cattle graze, Where, as the breezes pass, The gleaming rushes lean a thousand ways, Of leaves that slumber in a cloudy mass, Or whiten in the wind, of waters blue That from the distance sparkle through Some woodland gap, and of a sky above, Where one white cloud like a stray lamb doth move.
Page 33 - GOD sends his teachers unto every age, To every clime, and every race of men, With revelations fitted to their growth And shape of mind, nor gives the realm of Truth Into the selfish rule of one sole race : Therefore each form of worship that hath swayed The life of man, and given it to grasp The master-key of knowledge, reverence, Infolds some germs of goodness and of right...
Page 4 - Tis as easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue, — 'Tis the natural way of living: Who knows whither the clouds have fled?
Page 15 - Lo, it is I, be not afraid In many climes, without avail, Thou hast spent thy life for the Holy Grail; Behold, it is here, — this cup which thou Didst fill at the streamlet for me but now; This crust is my body broken for thee; This water his blood that died on the tree; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need; Not what we give, but what we share, For the gift without the giver is bare; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, Himself, his hungering neighbor,...
Page 12 - For another heir in his earldom sate; An old, bent man. worn out and frail, He came back from seeking the Holy Grail; Little he recked of his earldom's loss, No more on his surcoat was blazoned the cross, But deep in his soul the sign he wore.
Page 86 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Page 3 - Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We are happy now because God wills it...
Page 98 - And Jesus sat over against the treasury, and beheld how the people cast money into the treasury: and many that were rich cast in much.
Page 78 - I know not how others saw her, But to me she was wholly fair, And the light of the heaven she came from Still lingered and gleamed in her hair ; For it was as wavy and golden, And as many changes took, As the shadows of sun-gilt ripples On the yellow bed of a brook.
Page 57 - They knew not how he learned at all, For idly, hour by hour, He sat and watched the dead leaves fall, Or mused upon a common flower.