The Poetical WorksH.B. Nims, 1884 - 398 pages |
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... spake of beauty : that the dull Saw no divinity in grass , Life in dead stones , or spirit in air ; Then looking as ' t were in a glass , He smooth'd his chin and sleek'd his hair , And said the earth was beautiful . He spake of virtue ...
... spake of beauty : that the dull Saw no divinity in grass , Life in dead stones , or spirit in air ; Then looking as ' t were in a glass , He smooth'd his chin and sleek'd his hair , And said the earth was beautiful . He spake of virtue ...
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... spake . And down I went to fetch my bride : But , Alice , you were ill at ease ; This dress and that by turns you tried , Too fearful that you should not please . I loved you better for your fears , I knew you could not look but well ...
... spake . And down I went to fetch my bride : But , Alice , you were ill at ease ; This dress and that by turns you tried , Too fearful that you should not please . I loved you better for your fears , I knew you could not look but well ...
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... spake on and still she spake of power , ' Which in all action is the end of all : Power fitted to the season ; wisdom - bred And throned of wisdom - from all neighbor crowns Alliance and allegiance , till thy hand Fail from the sceptre ...
... spake on and still she spake of power , ' Which in all action is the end of all : Power fitted to the season ; wisdom - bred And throned of wisdom - from all neighbor crowns Alliance and allegiance , till thy hand Fail from the sceptre ...
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... spake some certain truths of you . Indeed I heard one bitter word That scarce is fit for you to hear ; Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere Lady Clara Vere de Vere , There stands a spectre in your hall ...
... spake some certain truths of you . Indeed I heard one bitter word That scarce is fit for you to hear ; Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere Lady Clara Vere de Vere , There stands a spectre in your hall ...
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... spake , His voice was thin , as voices from the grave ; And deep - asleep he seem'd , yet all awake , And music in his ears his beating heart did make . They sat them down upon the yellow sand , Between the sun and moon upon the shore ...
... spake , His voice was thin , as voices from the grave ; And deep - asleep he seem'd , yet all awake , And music in his ears his beating heart did make . They sat them down upon the yellow sand , Between the sun and moon upon the shore ...
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Aldwyth answer'd arms Arthur ask'd Bagenhall beneath blood breath brow Caerleon call'd Camelot child cried Dagonet dark dead dear death deep dream earth Edith England ev'n evermore Excalibur eyes face fair father fear fire flower Gardiner Gareth Gawain glory golden grace Guinevere hall hand happy Harold hate hath hear heard heart heaven holy hour jousts King King Arthur kiss knew Lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot land Lavaine Leofwin light live look look'd Lord LORD WILLIAM HOWARD Mary Merlin Morcar morn mother never night noble o'er once Philip Prince Queen rose round seem'd shadow shame Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot sleep smile song soul Spain spake speak star stept Stigand stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought thro Tostig turn'd vext voice weep wild wind
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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...