Maud, and Other PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1855 - 160 страници |
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... things of the season gay , like the bountiful season bland , When the far - off sail is blown by the breeze of a softer clime , Half - lost in the liquid azure bloom of a crescent of sea , The silent sapphire - spangled marriage ring of ...
... things of the season gay , like the bountiful season bland , When the far - off sail is blown by the breeze of a softer clime , Half - lost in the liquid azure bloom of a crescent of sea , The silent sapphire - spangled marriage ring of ...
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... things , Whose ear is stuft with his cotton , and rings Even in dreams to the chink of his pence , This huckster put down war ! can he tell Whether war be a cause or a consequence ? Put down the passions that make earth Hell ! Down with ...
... things , Whose ear is stuft with his cotton , and rings Even in dreams to the chink of his pence , This huckster put down war ! can he tell Whether war be a cause or a consequence ? Put down the passions that make earth Hell ! Down with ...
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... thing complete , However she came to be so allied . And fair without , faithful within , Maud to him is nothing akin : Some peculiar mystic grace Made her only the child of her mother , And heap'd the whole inherited sin On that huge ...
... thing complete , However she came to be so allied . And fair without , faithful within , Maud to him is nothing akin : Some peculiar mystic grace Made her only the child of her mother , And heap'd the whole inherited sin On that huge ...
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... thing to save My yet young life in the wilds of Time , Perhaps from madness , perhaps from crime , Perhaps from a selfish grave . 2 . What , if she be fasten'd to this fool lord , Dare I bid her abide by her word ? Should I love her so ...
... thing to save My yet young life in the wilds of Time , Perhaps from madness , perhaps from crime , Perhaps from a selfish grave . 2 . What , if she be fasten'd to this fool lord , Dare I bid her abide by her word ? Should I love her so ...
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... things below , Beat with my heart more blest than heart can tell , Blest , but for some dark under - current woe That seems to draw . but it shall not be so : Let all be well , be well . XIX . 1 . STRANGE , that I felt so MAUD . 67.
... things below , Beat with my heart more blest than heart can tell , Blest , but for some dark under - current woe That seems to draw . but it shall not be so : Let all be well , be well . XIX . 1 . STRANGE , that I felt so MAUD . 67.
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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 ; 50 The lilies and roses were all awake, They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Страница 132 - For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'da hundred fights, Nor ever lost an English gun...
Страница 109 - 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 117 - ... I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come, and men may go, But I go on forever.
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 128 - BURY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Страница 131 - Thro' the dome of the golden cross; And the volleying cannon thunder his loss; He knew their voices of old. For many a time in many a clime His captain's ear has heard them boom, Bellowing victory, bellowing doom.
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 142 - Hush, the Dead March wails in the people's ears : The dark crowd moves, and there are sobs and tears The black earth yawns : the mortal disappears ; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
Страница 62 - None like her, none. Just now the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk Seem'd her light foot along the garden walk, And shook my heart to think she comes once more. But even then I heard her close the door; The gates of heaven are closed, and she is gone.