PoemsE. Moxon, 1850 - 374 sider |
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... dead ! ' " " II . Her tears fell with the dews at even ; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She could not look on the sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark MARIANA.
... dead ! ' " " II . Her tears fell with the dews at even ; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She could not look on the sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark MARIANA.
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... dead ! III . Upon the middle of the night , Waking she heard the night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her without hope of change , In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn , Till ...
... dead ! III . Upon the middle of the night , Waking she heard the night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her without hope of change , In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn , Till ...
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... dead ! " V. And ever when the moon was low , And the shrill winds were up and away , In the white curtain , to and fro , She saw the gusty shadow sway . But when the moon was very low , And wild winds bound within their cell , The ...
... dead ! " V. And ever when the moon was low , And the shrill winds were up and away , In the white curtain , to and fro , She saw the gusty shadow sway . But when the moon was very low , And wild winds bound within their cell , The ...
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... dead ! " VII . The sparrow's chirrup on the roof , The slow clock ticking , and the sound Which to the wooing wind aloof The poplar made , did all confound Her sense ; but most she loath'd the hour When the thick - moted sunbeam lay ...
... dead ! " VII . The sparrow's chirrup on the roof , The slow clock ticking , and the sound Which to the wooing wind aloof The poplar made , did all confound Her sense ; but most she loath'd the hour When the thick - moted sunbeam lay ...
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... dead stones , or spirit in air ; Then looking as ' twere in a glass , He smooth'd his chin and sleek'd his hair , And said the earth was beautiful . III . He spake of virtue : not the gods More purely , when they wish to charm Pallas ...
... dead stones , or spirit in air ; Then looking as ' twere in a glass , He smooth'd his chin and sleek'd his hair , And said the earth was beautiful . III . He spake of virtue : not the gods More purely , when they wish to charm Pallas ...
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answer'd beneath blow breast breath brow Camelot CHARLES LAMB cheek cloth cloud dark Dear mother Ida death deep dipt Dora dream earth EDWARD MOXON Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face faint fair fall floating flowers folds golden prime grave gray green hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hour King King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady Clare Lady of Shalott land last embrace Let them rave light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord measured words mermen mind moon morn morocco never night o'er Oriana POEMS 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 tears thee thine things thought thro turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice volume 8vo weary weep wild wind
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Side 11 - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Side 147 - We have had enough of action, and of motion we, Roll'd to starboard, roll'd to larboard, when the surge was seething free. Where the wallowing monster spouted his foam-fountains in the sea. Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
Side 141 - A land where all things always seem'd the same ! And round about the keel with faces pale, Dark faces pale against that rosy flame, The mild-eyed melancholy Lotos-eaters came.
Side 17 - And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits. When merry milkmaids click the latch, And rarely smells the new-mown hay, And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay, Twice or thrice his roundelay : Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
Side 267 - Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung. And I said, " My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.
Side 192 - Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere: 'The sequel of to-day unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights Whereof this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep - the men I loved. I think that we Shall...
Side 263 - I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Side 200 - 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...
Side 277 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Side 100 - Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. It was the deep midnoon : one silvery cloud Had lost his way between the piney sides Of this long glen. Then to the bower they came, Naked they came to that smooth-swarded bower, And at their feet the crocus brake like fire, Violet, amaracus, and asphodel, Lotos and lilies : and a wind arose, And overhead the wandering ivy and vine, This way and that, in many a wild festoon Ran riot, garlanding the gnarled boughs With bunch and berry and flower thro