PoemsEdward Moxon & Company, 1864 - 379 pages |
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Page 42
... sings a song of undying love ; And yet , tho ' its voice be so clear and full , You never would hear it ; your ears are so dull ; So keep where you are : you are foul with sin ; It would shrink to the earth if you came in . THE SEA ...
... sings a song of undying love ; And yet , tho ' its voice be so clear and full , You never would hear it ; your ears are so dull ; So keep where you are : you are foul with sin ; It would shrink to the earth if you came in . THE SEA ...
Page 44
... sing to you all the day : Mariner , mariner , furl your sails , For here are the blissful downs and dales , And merrily merrily carol the gales , And the spangle dances in bight and bay , And the rainbow forms and flies on the land Over ...
... sing to you all the day : Mariner , mariner , furl your sails , For here are the blissful downs and dales , And merrily merrily carol the gales , And the spangle dances in bight and bay , And the rainbow forms and flies on the land Over ...
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... Singing alone Under the sea , With a crown of gold , On a throne ? 2 . I would be a merman bold ; I would sit and sing the whole of the day ; I would fill the sea - halls with a voice of power ; But at night I would roam abroad and play ...
... Singing alone Under the sea , With a crown of gold , On a throne ? 2 . I would be a merman bold ; I would sit and sing the whole of the day ; I would fill the sea - halls with a voice of power ; But at night I would roam abroad and play ...
Page 60
... Singing alone , Combing her hair Under the sea , In a golden curl With a comb of pearl , On a throne ? 2 . I would be a ... sing and say , " Who is it loves me ? who loves not me ? " I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall , Low ...
... Singing alone , Combing her hair Under the sea , In a golden curl With a comb of pearl , On a throne ? 2 . I would be a ... sing and say , " Who is it loves me ? who loves not me ? " I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall , Low ...
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... singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly , chanted lowly , Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were darken'd wholly , Turn'd to tower'd Camelot . For ere she reach'd upon ...
... singing her last song , The Lady of Shalott . Heard a carol , mournful , holy , Chanted loudly , chanted lowly , Till her blood was frozen slowly , And her eyes were darken'd wholly , Turn'd to tower'd Camelot . For ere she reach'd upon ...
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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
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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.