PoemsEdward Moxon & Company, 1864 - 379 pages |
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... eve the beetle boometh Athwart the thicket lone : At noon the wild bee hummeth About the moss'd headstone : At midnight the moon cometh , And looketh down alone . Her song the lintwhite swelleth , The clear - voiced B 2 CLARIBEL.
... eve the beetle boometh Athwart the thicket lone : At noon the wild bee hummeth About the moss'd headstone : At midnight the moon cometh , And looketh down alone . Her song the lintwhite swelleth , The clear - voiced B 2 CLARIBEL.
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... moon ; A clear stream flowing with a muddy one , Till in its onward current it absorbs With swifter movement and in purer light The vexed eddies of its wayward brother : A leaning and upbearing parasite , Clothing the stem , which else ...
... moon ; A clear stream flowing with a muddy one , Till in its onward current it absorbs With swifter movement and in purer light The vexed eddies of its wayward brother : A leaning and upbearing parasite , Clothing the stem , which else ...
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... moon was low , And the shrill winds were up and away , In the white curtain , to and fro , She saw the gusty shadow sway . But when the moon was very low , And wild winds bound within their cell , The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her ...
... moon was low , And the shrill winds were up and away , In the white curtain , to and fro , She saw the gusty shadow sway . But when the moon was very low , And wild winds bound within their cell , The shadow of the poplar fell Upon her ...
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... moon - lit sward Was damask - work , and deep inlay Of braided blooms unmown , which crept Adown to where the water slept . A goodly place , a goodly time , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . A motion from the ...
... moon - lit sward Was damask - work , and deep inlay Of braided blooms unmown , which crept Adown to where the water slept . A goodly place , a goodly time , For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . A motion from the ...
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... there : God's great gift of speech abused Makes thy memory confused : But let them rave . The balm - cricket carols clear In the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . LOVE AND DEATH . WHAT time the mighty moon was E 2 A DIRGE . 51.
... there : God's great gift of speech abused Makes thy memory confused : But let them rave . The balm - cricket carols clear In the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . LOVE AND DEATH . WHAT time the mighty moon was E 2 A DIRGE . 51.
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Ajalon answer'd beneath blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek cloud dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep dipt door Dora dream earth EDWIN MORRIS Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall floating flowers folds golden prime grave gray green hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hour King King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady Clare Lady of Shalott land last embrace Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord measured words mind moon morn never night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stars stept summer sweet Sweet Emma tears thee thine things thou art thought thro turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice weary weep wild wind words yonder
Popular passages
Page 200 - 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.
Page 267 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Page 265 - 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...
Page 145 - Lo ! in the middle of the wood, The folded leaf is woo'd from out the bud With winds upon the branch, and there Grows green and broad, and takes no care, Sun-steep'd at noon, and in the moon Nightly dew-fed ; and turning yellow Falls, and floats adown the air.
Page 269 - Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid. Here about the beach I wander' d, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time...
Page 194 - What harm, undone? deep harm to disobey, Seeing obedience is the bond of rule. Were it well to obey then, if a king demand An act unprofitable, against himself ? The King is sick, and knows not what he does.
Page 193 - And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: "I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.
Page 146 - Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last ? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past.
Page 281 - There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathingspace; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race. Iron-jointed, supple-sinew'd, they shall dive, and they shall run, Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their lances in the sun; Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap the rainbows of the brooks, Not with blinded eyesight poring over miserable books Fool, again the dream, the fancy!
Page 331 - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.