The Oxford Book of Victorian VerseArthur Quiller-Couch Clarendon Press, 1913 - 1023 pages |
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... waves that own no curbing hand , How fast has brother followed brother From sunshine to the sunless land ! Yet I ... wave from the true deeps , which do not fail— ' Tanagra ! think not I forget ... For the close : as we reckon Drummond ...
... waves that own no curbing hand , How fast has brother followed brother From sunshine to the sunless land ! Yet I ... wave from the true deeps , which do not fail— ' Tanagra ! think not I forget ... For the close : as we reckon Drummond ...
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... waves The Naiads lift their heads In sedgy bonnets trimm'd with rushy leaves And water - blossoms from the forest stream , pay their vows to thee , Το The stripling shepherd wand'ring thro ' the wood Startles the WILLIAM STANLEY ROSCOE ...
... waves The Naiads lift their heads In sedgy bonnets trimm'd with rushy leaves And water - blossoms from the forest stream , pay their vows to thee , Το The stripling shepherd wand'ring thro ' the wood Startles the WILLIAM STANLEY ROSCOE ...
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... wave hot youth to fields of blood ? Did Helen's breast , though ne'er so soft , Do Greece or Ilium any good ? Eyes can with baleful ardour burn ; Poison can breath that erst perfumed ; There's many a white hand holds an urn With lovers ...
... wave hot youth to fields of blood ? Did Helen's breast , though ne'er so soft , Do Greece or Ilium any good ? Eyes can with baleful ardour burn ; Poison can breath that erst perfumed ; There's many a white hand holds an urn With lovers ...
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... wave Like a silly maiden did I plunge down after , Where amid the billows I was shown my grave With a hideous laughter ! Hideous laughter ! I was call'd above , But I found no happiness in lone , lone Heaven ; So because I would not ...
... wave Like a silly maiden did I plunge down after , Where amid the billows I was shown my grave With a hideous laughter ! Hideous laughter ! I was call'd above , But I found no happiness in lone , lone Heaven ; So because I would not ...
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... waves toss up their silvery spray ; — Sometimes behold thee glide , Cluster'd by all thy family of stars , Like a lone widow , through the welkin wide , Whose pallid cheek the midnight sorrow mars ; — Sometimes I watch thee on from ...
... waves toss up their silvery spray ; — Sometimes behold thee glide , Cluster'd by all thy family of stars , Like a lone widow , through the welkin wide , Whose pallid cheek the midnight sorrow mars ; — Sometimes I watch thee on from ...
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Page 105 - If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Page 207 - 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.
Page 51 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Page 328 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
Page 174 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. / was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love — I and my ANNABEL LEE — .With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Page 175 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Anabel Lee: For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Page 330 - MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord : He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Page 286 - I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past.
Page 370 - The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Page 232 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.