Maud, and Other PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1855 - 160 страници |
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... THE BROOK : AN IDYL THE LETTERS ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON THE DAISY • · TO THE REV . F. D. MAURICE , WILL " I • · THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE 7 107 121 127 · 143 151 155 157 MAUD . I. I HATE 1 . the dreadful hollow.
... THE BROOK : AN IDYL THE LETTERS ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON THE DAISY • · TO THE REV . F. D. MAURICE , WILL " I • · THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE 7 107 121 127 · 143 151 155 157 MAUD . I. I HATE 1 . the dreadful hollow.
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... in the field above are dabbled with blood- red heath , The red - ribb'd ledges drip with a silent horror of blood , And Echo there , whatever is ask'd her , answers ' Death . ' 2 . For there in the ghastly pit long since MAUD.
... in the field above are dabbled with blood- red heath , The red - ribb'd ledges drip with a silent horror of blood , And Echo there , whatever is ask'd her , answers ' Death . ' 2 . For there in the ghastly pit long since MAUD.
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... heart and ready in hand , March with banner and bugle and fife To the death , for their native land . 2 . Maud with her exquisite face , And wild voice pealing up to the sunny sky , And feet like sunny gems on an English green , 28 MAUD .
... heart and ready in hand , March with banner and bugle and fife To the death , for their native land . 2 . Maud with her exquisite face , And wild voice pealing up to the sunny sky , And feet like sunny gems on an English green , 28 MAUD .
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... Death , and of Honor that cannot die , Till I well could weep for a time so sordid and mean , And myself so languid and base . Silence , beautiful voice ! 3 . Be still , for you only trouble the mind With a joy in which I cannot rejoice ...
... Death , and of Honor that cannot die , Till I well could weep for a time so sordid and mean , And myself so languid and base . Silence , beautiful voice ! 3 . Be still , for you only trouble the mind With a joy in which I cannot rejoice ...
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... death - white curtain drawn ; Felt a horror over me creep , Prickle my skin and catch my breath , Knew that the death - white curtain meant but sleep , Yet I shudder'd and thought like a fool of the sleep of death . XV So dark a mind ...
... death - white curtain drawn ; Felt a horror over me creep , Prickle my skin and catch my breath , Knew that the death - white curtain meant but sleep , Yet I shudder'd and thought like a fool of the sleep of death . XV So dark a mind ...
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50 cents 63 cents babble bailiff beat beauty bell be toll'd blood Blush bow'd brimming river brook Cannon cheat Cloth cold crost crush'd daffodil dance dark dead dear Death delight dream DUKE OF WELLINGTON dust echo Edition ESSAYS evermore F. D. MAURICE fair fancies feet flash'd flow To join garden glimmer gloom glory golden GOLDEN LEGEND gone grave Half a league Hall hand happy happy day HARVARD COLLEGE head hear heart Heaven honor James join the brimming Katie land Lebanon light lilies look'd lord madness Maud meadow night o'er passionate peace people's voice Philip POEMS POETICAL poison'd Portrait Price 50 Price 63 Price 75 cents pride REJECTED ADDRESSES rings rivulet rose Rosy round seem'd shadow shining silent smile song stood sweet thee things thou thro TICKNOR AND FIELDS turn'd vext walks weep wood WRITINGS
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Страница 78 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Страница 108 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Страница 140 - Colossal, seen of every land, And keep the soldier firm, the statesman pure ; Till in all lands and thro' all human story The path of duty be the way to glory. And let the land whose hearths he saved from shame For many and many an age proclaim At civic revel and pomp and game, And when the...
Страница 89 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee : Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
Страница 74 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Страница 142 - For tho' the Giant Ages heave the hill And break the shore, and- evermore Make and break, and work their will ; Tho' world on world in myriad myriads roll Round us, each with different powers, And other forms of life than ours, What know we greater than the soul ? On God and Godlike men we build our trust.
Страница 62 - I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none. And never yet so warmly ran my blood And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wish'd-for end, Full to the banks, close on the promised good. None like her, none. Just now the dry-tongued laurels...
Страница 44 - Ah God, for a man with heart, head, hand, Like some of the simple great ones gone For ever and ever by, One still strong man in a blatant land, Whatever they call him, what care I, Aristocrat, democrat, autocrat — one Who can rule and dare not lie.
Страница 75 - There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay. When will the dancers leave her alone ? She is weary of dance and play.' Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day ; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.
Страница 76 - The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree ; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake, As the pimpernel dozed on the lea ; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me ; The lilies and roses were all awake, They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.