The Poetical WorksH.B. Nims, 1884 - 398 pages |
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... fear or joy is thine ? Who talketh with thee , Adeline ? For sure thou art not all alone : Do beating hearts of salient springs Keep measure with thine own ? Hast thou heard the butterflies , What they say betwixt their wings ? Or in ...
... fear or joy is thine ? Who talketh with thee , Adeline ? For sure thou art not all alone : Do beating hearts of salient springs Keep measure with thine own ? Hast thou heard the butterflies , What they say betwixt their wings ? Or in ...
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... fear , Shrill music reach'd them on the middle sea . Whither away , whither away , whither away ? fly no more . Whither away from the high green field , and the happy blossoming shore ? Day and night to the billow the fountain calls ...
... fear , Shrill music reach'd them on the middle sea . Whither away , whither away , whither away ? fly no more . Whither away from the high green field , and the happy blossoming shore ? Day and night to the billow the fountain calls ...
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... fear , All the knights at Camelot : But Lancelot mused a little space . He said , " She has a lovely face : God in his mercy lend her grace , The Lady of Shalott . " MARIANA IN THE SOUTH . WITH One black shadow at its feet , The house ...
... fear , All the knights at Camelot : But Lancelot mused a little space . He said , " She has a lovely face : God in his mercy lend her grace , The Lady of Shalott . " MARIANA IN THE SOUTH . WITH One black shadow at its feet , The house ...
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... Thought seems to come and go In thy large eyes , imperial Eleanore . 7 . As thunder - clouds , that , hung on high , Roof'd the world with doubt and fear . Floating thro ' an evening atmosphere , Grow golden all 22 ELEANORE .
... Thought seems to come and go In thy large eyes , imperial Eleanore . 7 . As thunder - clouds , that , hung on high , Roof'd the world with doubt and fear . Floating thro ' an evening atmosphere , Grow golden all 22 ELEANORE .
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... fear That I should die an early death ; For love possess'd the atmosphere , And fill'd the breast with purer breath My mother thought , What ails the boy ? For I was alter'd , and began To move about the house with joy , And with THE ...
... fear That I should die an early death ; For love possess'd the atmosphere , And fill'd the breast with purer breath My mother thought , What ails the boy ? For I was alter'd , and began To move about the house with joy , And with THE ...
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Aldwyth answer'd arms Arthur ask'd beneath blood breast breath Caerleon call'd Camelot child cried Dagonet damsel dark dead dear death dream Dubric earth Enid Enoch ev'n Excalibur eyes face fair father fear flower fool Gareth Gawain Geraint golden Gorlois grace Guinevere hall hand happy Harold hate hath head hear heard heart heaven holy horse jousts King King Arthur kiss knew Lady Lady of Shalott land Lavaine Leofwin light live look look'd Lord maid maiden Mary Merlin Morcar morn mother move never night noble o'er once Philip Prince Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul spake speak star stept Stigand stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro Tostig turn'd vext voice weep wild wind word
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Page 113 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Page 142 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Page 35 - We will return no more ;' And all at once they sang, ' Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.
Page 91 - O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 218 - Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere, "Ah! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight. Such times have been not since the light that led The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh.
Page 216 - Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more; but, let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I cannot last till morn. Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur, Which was my pride : for thou rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and...
Page 45 - And if indeed I cast the brand away, Surely a precious thing, one worthy note, Should thus be lost forever from the earth, Which might have pleased the eyes of many men. What good should follow this, if this were done ? What harm, undone ? deep harm to disobey, Seeing obedience is the bond of rule. Were it well to obey then, if a king demand An act unprofitable, against himself? The king is sick, and knows not what he does.
Page 142 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 213 - To lead sweet lives in purest chastity, To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her ; for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and amiable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
Page 107 - And only thro' the faded leaf The chestnut pattering to the ground Calm and deep peace on this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green and gold : Calm and still light on yon great plain That sweeps with all its autumn bowers, And crowded farms and lessening towers, To mingle with the bounding main...