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... stood still In the dim tract of Penuel . MADELINE . 1 . Thou art not steeped in golden languors , No tranced summer calm is thine , Ever varying Madeline . Thro ' light and shadow thou dost range , Sudden glances , sweet and strange ...
... stood still In the dim tract of Penuel . MADELINE . 1 . Thou art not steeped in golden languors , No tranced summer calm is thine , Ever varying Madeline . Thro ' light and shadow thou dost range , Sudden glances , sweet and strange ...
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... stood aloof from other minds In impotence of fancied power . With lips depress'd as he were meek , Himself unto himself he sold : Upon himself himself did feed : Quiet , dispassionate , and cold , And other than his form of creed , With ...
... stood aloof from other minds In impotence of fancied power . With lips depress'd as he were meek , Himself unto himself he sold : Upon himself himself did feed : Quiet , dispassionate , and cold , And other than his form of creed , With ...
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... stood upon the castle wall , Oriana : She watch'd my crest among them all , Oriana : She saw me fight , she heard me call , When forth there stept a foeman tall , Oriana , Atween me and the castle wall , Oriana . The bitter arrow went ...
... stood upon the castle wall , Oriana : She watch'd my crest among them all , Oriana : She saw me fight , she heard me call , When forth there stept a foeman tall , Oriana , Atween me and the castle wall , Oriana . The bitter arrow went ...
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... stood Somewhat apart , her clear and bared limbs O'erthwarted with the brazen - headed spear Upon her pearly shoulder leaning cold , The while , above , her full and earnest eye Over her snow - cold breast and angry cheek Kept watch ...
... stood Somewhat apart , her clear and bared limbs O'erthwarted with the brazen - headed spear Upon her pearly shoulder leaning cold , The while , above , her full and earnest eye Over her snow - cold breast and angry cheek Kept watch ...
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... stood , All various , each a perfect whole From living Nature , fit for every mood And change of my still soul . For some were hung with arras green and blue , Showing a gaudy summer - morn , Where with puff'd cheek the belted hunter ...
... stood , All various , each a perfect whole From living Nature , fit for every mood And change of my still soul . For some were hung with arras green and blue , Showing a gaudy summer - morn , Where with puff'd cheek the belted hunter ...
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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.