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... close With plaited alleys of the trailing rose , Long alleys falling down to twilight grots , Or opening upon level plots Of crowned lilies , standing near Purple - spiked lavender ; Whither in after life retired From brawling storms ...
... close With plaited alleys of the trailing rose , Long alleys falling down to twilight grots , Or opening upon level plots Of crowned lilies , standing near Purple - spiked lavender ; Whither in after life retired From brawling storms ...
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... Close the door , the shutters close , Or thro ' the windows we shall see The nakedness and vacancy Of the dark deserted house . 4 . Come away : no more of mirth Is. 16 THE SEA - FAIRIES . - THE DESERTED HOUSE .
... Close the door , the shutters close , Or thro ' the windows we shall see The nakedness and vacancy Of the dark deserted house . 4 . Come away : no more of mirth Is. 16 THE SEA - FAIRIES . - THE DESERTED HOUSE .
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... Close - latticed to the brooding heat , And silent in its dusty vines : A faint - blue ridge upon the right , An empty river - bed before , And shallows on a distant shore , In glaring sand and inlets bright . But " Ave Mary , " made ...
... Close - latticed to the brooding heat , And silent in its dusty vines : A faint - blue ridge upon the right , An empty river - bed before , And shallows on a distant shore , In glaring sand and inlets bright . But " Ave Mary , " made ...
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... close and tight . And I would be the necklace , And all day long to fall and rise Upon her balmy bosom , With her laughter or her sighs , And I would lie so light , so light , I scarce should be unclasp'd at night . A trifle , sweet ...
... close and tight . And I would be the necklace , And all day long to fall and rise Upon her balmy bosom , With her laughter or her sighs , And I would lie so light , so light , I scarce should be unclasp'd at night . A trifle , sweet ...
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... Close , close to thine in that quick - falling dew Of fruitful kisses , thick as Autumn rains Flash in the pools of whirling Simois . " O mother , hear me yet before I die . They came , they cut away my tallest pines , My dark tall ...
... Close , close to thine in that quick - falling dew Of fruitful kisses , thick as Autumn rains Flash in the pools of whirling Simois . " O mother , hear me yet before I die . They came , they cut away my tallest pines , My dark tall ...
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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.