Maud, and Other PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1855 - 160 страници |
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... told her yester - morn How prettily for his own sweet sake A face of tenderness might be feign'd , And a moist mirage in desert eyes , That so , when the rotten hustings shake In another month to his brazen lies , A wretched vote may be ...
... told her yester - morn How prettily for his own sweet sake A face of tenderness might be feign'd , And a moist mirage in desert eyes , That so , when the rotten hustings shake In another month to his brazen lies , A wretched vote may be ...
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... told him we were there ? 5 . Not that gray old wolf , for he came not back From the wilderness , full of wolves , where he used to lie ; He has gather'd the bones for his o'ergrown whelp to crack ; Crack them now for yourself , and howl ...
... told him we were there ? 5 . Not that gray old wolf , for he came not back From the wilderness , full of wolves , where he used to lie ; He has gather'd the bones for his o'ergrown whelp to crack ; Crack them now for yourself , and howl ...
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... told ; And hail once more to the banner of battle unroll'd ! Tho ' many a light shall darken , and many shall weep For those that are crush'd in the clash of jarring claims , Yet God's just doom shall be wreak'd on a giant liar ; And ...
... told ; And hail once more to the banner of battle unroll'd ! Tho ' many a light shall darken , and many shall weep For those that are crush'd in the clash of jarring claims , Yet God's just doom shall be wreak'd on a giant liar ; And ...
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... told me . She and James had quarrell'd . Why ? What cause of quarrel ? None , she said , no cause ; James had no cause : but when I prest the cause , I learnt that James had flickering jealousies Which anger'd her . Who anger'd James ...
... told me . She and James had quarrell'd . Why ? What cause of quarrel ? None , she said , no cause ; James had no cause : but when I prest the cause , I learnt that James had flickering jealousies Which anger'd her . Who anger'd James ...
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... told a long long - winded tale Of how the Squire had seen the colt at grass , And how it was the thing his daughter wish'd , And how he sent the bailiff to the farm To learn the price , and what the price he ask'd , And how the bailiff ...
... told a long long - winded tale Of how the Squire had seen the colt at grass , And how it was the thing his daughter wish'd , And how he sent the bailiff to the farm To learn the price , and what the price he ask'd , And how the bailiff ...
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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.