Poems, Bind 2Edward Moxon, Dover Street., 1843 - 231 sider |
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Side 113
... all the compass shift and blow , Made war upon each other for an hour , Till pity won . She sent a herald forth , And bad him cry , with sound of trumpet , all VOL . II . I The hard condition ; but that she would loose The GODIVA . 113.
... all the compass shift and blow , Made war upon each other for an hour , Till pity won . She sent a herald forth , And bad him cry , with sound of trumpet , all VOL . II . I The hard condition ; but that she would loose The GODIVA . 113.
Side 120
... blow In tufts of rosy - tinted snow ; " And men , thro ' novel spheres of thought Still moving after truth long sought , Will learn new things when I am not . " " Yet , " said the secret voice , 66 some time , Sooner or later , will ...
... blow In tufts of rosy - tinted snow ; " And men , thro ' novel spheres of thought Still moving after truth long sought , Will learn new things when I am not . " " Yet , " said the secret voice , 66 some time , Sooner or later , will ...
Side 129
... darkness crawl ? There is one remedy for all . " " O dull , one - sided voice , " said I , " Wilt thou make everything a lie , To flatter me that I may die ? VOL . II . K “ I know that age to age succeeds , Blowing THE TWO VOICES . 129.
... darkness crawl ? There is one remedy for all . " " O dull , one - sided voice , " said I , " Wilt thou make everything a lie , To flatter me that I may die ? VOL . II . K “ I know that age to age succeeds , Blowing THE TWO VOICES . 129.
Side 130
... Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds , A dust of systems and of creeds . " I cannot hide that some have striven , Achieving calm , to whom was given The joy that mixes man with Heaven : " Who , rowing hard against the stream , Saw ...
... Blowing a noise of tongues and deeds , A dust of systems and of creeds . " I cannot hide that some have striven , Achieving calm , to whom was given The joy that mixes man with Heaven : " Who , rowing hard against the stream , Saw ...
Side 143
... blowing steal , When meres begin to uncongeal , The sweet church bells began to peal . On to God's house the people prest : Passing the place where each must rest , Each enter'd like a welcome guest . One walk'd between his wife and ...
... blowing steal , When meres begin to uncongeal , The sweet church bells began to peal . On to God's house the people prest : Passing the place where each must rest , Each enter'd like a welcome guest . One walk'd between his wife and ...
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Alice the nurse answer'd beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag cubits dark dipt Dora dream earth Ellen Adair Eustace Excalibur eyes face fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone gray grew hand happy heard heart Heaven high dial hope hour King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare last embrace laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald mind moon moorland morn never night o'er pass'd passion QUEEN GUINEVERE replied rose round saints seem'd shade Simeon SIMEON STYLITES sleep slow light song soul sound spake speak stars stept summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought thousand summers thrice thro thy dreams touch'd truth turn'd unto vapour Vext village maid voice whisper wife wind wither'd words yonder
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Side 173 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Side 16 - 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.
Side 93 - In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast ; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest ; In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove ; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Side 89 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices.
Side 228 - O well for the sailor lad That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!
Side 8 - 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.
Side 176 - A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose...
Side 103 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; I leard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Side 9 - This is a shameful thing for men to lie. Yet now, I charge thee, quickly go again As thou art lief and dear, and do the thing I bade thee, watch, and lightly bring me word.
Side 87 - 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...