Complete Poetical WorksHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1882 - 635 pages |
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... Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby - roses in her cheeks ; Then away she flies . III . Prythee weep , May Lilian ! Gayety without eclipse Wearieth me , May Lilian : Thro ' my very heart it thrilleth When from crimson ...
... Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby - roses in her cheeks ; Then away she flies . III . Prythee weep , May Lilian ! Gayety without eclipse Wearieth me , May Lilian : Thro ' my very heart it thrilleth When from crimson ...
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... till they kiss'd me Laughingly , laughingly . O , what a happy life were mine Under the hollow - hung ocean green ! Soft are the moss - beds under the sea ; We would live merrily , merrily . THE MERMAID . I. WHO would be A mermaid fair ...
... till they kiss'd me Laughingly , laughingly . O , what a happy life were mine Under the hollow - hung ocean green ! Soft are the moss - beds under the sea ; We would live merrily , merrily . THE MERMAID . I. WHO would be A mermaid fair ...
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... Till all the crimson changed , and past Into deep orange o'er the sea , Low on her knees herself she cast , Before Our Lady murmur'd she ; Complaining , " Mother , give me grace To help me of my weary load . " And on the liquid mirror ...
... Till all the crimson changed , and past Into deep orange o'er the sea , Low on her knees herself she cast , Before Our Lady murmur'd she ; Complaining , " Mother , give me grace To help me of my weary load . " And on the liquid mirror ...
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... Till Charles's Wain came out above the tall white chimney - tops . There's not a flower on all the hills : the frost is on the pane : I only wish to live till the snowdrops come again : I wish the snow would melt and the sun come out on ...
... Till Charles's Wain came out above the tall white chimney - tops . There's not a flower on all the hills : the frost is on the pane : I only wish to live till the snowdrops come again : I wish the snow would melt and the sun come out on ...
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... till the end , true soul and sweet . Nothing comes to thee new or strange . Sleep full of rest from head to feet ; Lie still , dry dust , secure of change . You ask me , why , tho ' ill at ease , Within this region I subsist , Whose ...
... till the end , true soul and sweet . Nothing comes to thee new or strange . Sleep full of rest from head to feet ; Lie still , dry dust , secure of change . You ask me , why , tho ' ill at ease , Within this region I subsist , Whose ...
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Page 237 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise 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? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 257 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 354 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Page 251 - 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 pretty one, sleep.
Page 85 - Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho' 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.
Page 83 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades 10 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...
Page 234 - Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt : For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work Of subtlest jewellery.
Page 344 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Page 257 - O love, they die in yon rich sky. They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul. And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Page 235 - That bow'd the will. I see thee what thou art. For thou, the latest-left of all my knights, In whom should meet the offices of all, Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt ; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence : But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.