Victorian PoetryClarence Edward Andrews, Milton Oswin Percival R. G. Adams, 1924 - 602 pages |
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... Hope Evermore and Believe . 303 Rudel to the Lady of Tripoli .. 232 Qui Laborat , Orat ... 303 One Word More ..... 232 The Latest Decalogue . 303 ' With Whom is no Variableness , Nei- FROM DRAMATIS PERSONAE - ther Shadow of Turning ...
... Hope Evermore and Believe . 303 Rudel to the Lady of Tripoli .. 232 Qui Laborat , Orat ... 303 One Word More ..... 232 The Latest Decalogue . 303 ' With Whom is no Variableness , Nei- FROM DRAMATIS PERSONAE - ther Shadow of Turning ...
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... . IV Lovesight V Heart's Hope .. IX Passion and Worship . 363 Lilith 363 364 366 Canto VII . 370 X The Portrait . Canto XV . V 370 XI The Love Letter . 270 XV The Birth Bond PAGE XXI Love - Sweetness 401 Dedication to Poems and.
... . IV Lovesight V Heart's Hope .. IX Passion and Worship . 363 Lilith 363 364 366 Canto VII . 370 X The Portrait . Canto XV . V 370 XI The Love Letter . 270 XV The Birth Bond PAGE XXI Love - Sweetness 401 Dedication to Poems and.
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... Hope and Fear .. LXXIII The Choice ( III ) . 404 From the Prelude to Tristram of LXXXI Memorial Thresholds .. 404 Lyonesse LXXXVI Lost Days .... 404 The Way of the Wind . XC " Retro Me , Sathana ! " . 405 A Baby's Death .. XCII The ...
... Hope and Fear .. LXXIII The Choice ( III ) . 404 From the Prelude to Tristram of LXXXI Memorial Thresholds .. 404 Lyonesse LXXXVI Lost Days .... 404 The Way of the Wind . XC " Retro Me , Sathana ! " . 405 A Baby's Death .. XCII The ...
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... hope of char In sleep she seem'd to walk forl Till cold winds woke the grey - eye About the lonely moated grange . She only said , ' The day is dre He cometh not , ' she said ; She said , ' I am aweary , awear I would that I were dead ...
... hope of char In sleep she seem'd to walk forl Till cold winds woke the grey - eye About the lonely moated grange . She only said , ' The day is dre He cometh not , ' she said ; She said , ' I am aweary , awear I would that I were dead ...
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... Hope and Youth . So many minds did gird their orbs with beams , Tho ' one did fling the fire . Heaven flow'd upon the soul in many dreams Of high desire . Thus truth was multiplied on truth , the world Like 4 VICTORIAN POETRY The Poet.
... Hope and Youth . So many minds did gird their orbs with beams , Tho ' one did fling the fire . Heaven flow'd upon the soul in many dreams Of high desire . Thus truth was multiplied on truth , the world Like 4 VICTORIAN POETRY The Poet.
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Page 290 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Page 157 - How they'll greet us!' — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Page 26 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one, sleep, my...
Page 559 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe — Such boastings as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget! For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard — All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard. For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord! Amen.
Page 243 - FEAR death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go: For the journey is done and the summit attained, And the barriers fall, Though a battle 's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last!
Page 238 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped ; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
Page 378 - Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more, day by day, You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget...
Page 287 - I THOUGHT once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in a gracious hand appears To bear a gift for mortals, old or young : And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware, So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair ; And a voice said in mastery,...
Page 142 - 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. Such times have been not since the light that led The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh. But now the whole ROUND TABLE is dissolved Which was an image of the mighty world; And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me,...
Page 286 - we are weary, And we cannot run or leap; If we cared for any meadows, it were merely To drop down in them and sleep. Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping, We fall upon our faces, trying to go; And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For all day we drag our burden tiring Through the coal-dark, underground; Or all day we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round.