Maud, and Other PoemsTicknor and Fields, 1855 - 160 страници |
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... , as I divine ; She comes from another stiller world of the dead , Stiller , not fairer than mine . 8 . But I know where a garden grows , Fairer than aught in the world beside , All made up of the lily and rose That blow MAUD . 99.
... , as I divine ; She comes from another stiller world of the dead , Stiller , not fairer than mine . 8 . But I know where a garden grows , Fairer than aught in the world beside , All made up of the lily and rose That blow MAUD . 99.
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... grow for happy lovers . That 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 ...
... grow for happy lovers . That 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 ...
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... grow , And let the mournful martial music blow ; The last great Englishman is low . 4 . Mourn , for to us he seems the last , Remembering all his greatness in the Past . No more in soldier fashion will he greet With lifted 129 ODE ON ...
... grow , And let the mournful martial music blow ; The last great Englishman is low . 4 . Mourn , for to us he seems the last , Remembering all his greatness in the Past . No more in soldier fashion will he greet With lifted 129 ODE ON ...
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... , In middle ocean meets the surging shock , Tempest - buffeted , citadel - crown'd . 2 . But ill for him who , bettering not with time , Corrupts the strength of heaven - descended Will , And ever weaker grows thro ' acted crime , Or 155.
... , In middle ocean meets the surging shock , Tempest - buffeted , citadel - crown'd . 2 . But ill for him who , bettering not with time , Corrupts the strength of heaven - descended Will , And ever weaker grows thro ' acted crime , Or 155.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And ever weaker grows thro ' acted crime , Or seeming - genial venial fault , Recurring and suggesting still ! He seems as one whose footsteps halt , Toiling in immeasurable sand , And o'er a weary sultry ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. And ever weaker grows thro ' acted crime , Or seeming - genial venial fault , Recurring and suggesting still ! He seems as one whose footsteps halt , Toiling in immeasurable sand , And o'er a weary sultry ...
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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.