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... answer'd free ; and turning I appeal'd To one that stood beside . But she , with sick and scornful looks averse , To her full height her stately stature draws ; " My youth , " she said , " was blasted with a curse : This woman was the ...
... answer'd free ; and turning I appeal'd To one that stood beside . But she , with sick and scornful looks averse , To her full height her stately stature draws ; " My youth , " she said , " was blasted with a curse : This woman was the ...
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... answer'd free ; and turning I appeal'd To one that stood beside . But she , with sick and scornful looks averse , To her full height her stately stature draws ; " My youth , " she said , " was blasted with a curse : This woman was the ...
... answer'd free ; and turning I appeal'd To one that stood beside . But she , with sick and scornful looks averse , To her full height her stately stature draws ; " My youth , " she said , " was blasted with a curse : This woman was the ...
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... answer'd Arthur from the barge ; " The old order changeth , yielding place to new , And all his greaves and cuisses dash'd with drops Of onset ; and the light and lustrous curls- That made his forehead like a rising sun High from the ...
... answer'd Arthur from the barge ; " The old order changeth , yielding place to new , And all his greaves and cuisses dash'd with drops Of onset ; and the light and lustrous curls- That made his forehead like a rising sun High from the ...
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... answer'd laughing , " Go and see The Gardener's daughter : trust me , after that , You scarce can fail to match his masterpiece . " And up we rose , and on the spur we went . Not wholly in the busy world , nor quite Beyond it , blooms ...
... answer'd laughing , " Go and see The Gardener's daughter : trust me , after that , You scarce can fail to match his masterpiece . " And up we rose , and on the spur we went . Not wholly in the busy world , nor quite Beyond it , blooms ...
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... answer'd me , And in the compass of three little words , More musical than ever came in one , The silver fragments of a broken voice , Made me most happy , faltering " I am thine . " Shall I cease here ? Is this enough to say That my ...
... answer'd me , And in the compass of three little words , More musical than ever came in one , The silver fragments of a broken voice , Made me most happy , faltering " I am thine . " Shall I cease here ? Is this enough to say That my ...
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Page 56 - In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Page 83 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 105 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Page 185 - Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and amiable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
Page 80 - 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.
Page 41 - Then spoke King Arthur, breathing heavily : " What is it thou hast seen ? or what hast heard ?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : " I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Page 139 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Page 41 - And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea. Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. But when that moan had past for evermore, The stillness of...
Page 12 - The broken sheds look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He Cometh not...
Page 189 - The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.