Poetical Works, Volume 1Ticknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... dear , so dear , That I would be the jewel That trembles at her ear : For , hid in ringlets day and night , I'd touch her neck so warm and white . And I would be the girdle About her dainty , dainty waist , And her heart would beat ...
... dear , so dear , That I would be the jewel That trembles at her ear : For , hid in ringlets day and night , I'd touch her neck so warm and white . And I would be the girdle About her dainty , dainty waist , And her heart would beat ...
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... Dear eyes , since first I knew them well . Yet tears they shed : they had their part Of sorrow for when time was ripe , The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type , That into stillness past 56 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER .
... Dear eyes , since first I knew them well . Yet tears they shed : they had their part Of sorrow for when time was ripe , The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type , That into stillness past 56 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER .
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... dear - who wrought Two spirits to one equal mind— With blessings beyond hope or thought , With blessings which no words can find . Arise , and let us wander forth To yon old mill across the wolds ; For look , the sunset , south and ...
... dear - who wrought Two spirits to one equal mind— With blessings beyond hope or thought , With blessings which no words can find . Arise , and let us wander forth To yon old mill across the wolds ; For look , the sunset , south and ...
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... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . For now the noonday quiet holds the hill : The grasshopper is silent in the grass : The lizard , with his shadow on the stone , Rests like a shadow , and the cicala sleeps . The purple flowers droop ...
... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . For now the noonday quiet holds the hill : The grasshopper is silent in the grass : The lizard , with his shadow on the stone , Rests like a shadow , and the cicala sleeps . The purple flowers droop ...
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... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . Hear me O Earth , hear me O Hills , O Caves , That house the cold crowned snake ! brooks , O mountain I am the daughter of a River - God ; Hear me , for I will speak , and build up all My sorrow with ...
... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . Hear me O Earth , hear me O Hills , O Caves , That house the cold crowned snake ! brooks , O mountain I am the daughter of a River - God ; Hear me , for I will speak , and build up all My sorrow with ...
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Page 341 - ... crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So...
Page 183 - 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 130 - Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere, •' Ah ! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go ? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes ? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight.
Page 127 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: '•I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.
Page 93 - Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whisper'd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
Page 226 - EVE. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes are...
Page 130 - 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 182 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Page 24 - THE poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above ; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw thro' life and death, thro' good and ill, He saw thro
Page 239 - He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well,