PoemsEdward Moxon, Dover Street., 1853 - 376 pages |
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... blowing round The stately cedar , tamarisks , Thick rosaries of scented thorn , Tall orient shrubs , and obelisks Graven with emblems of the time , In honour of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . With dazed vision unawares From ...
... blowing round The stately cedar , tamarisks , Thick rosaries of scented thorn , Tall orient shrubs , and obelisks Graven with emblems of the time , In honour of the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid . With dazed vision unawares From ...
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... blow , self - pleached deep , Bramble - roses , faint and pale , And long purples of the dale . These in Let them rave . every shower creep Thro ' the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . 6 . The gold - eyed kingcups fine ; The ...
... blow , self - pleached deep , Bramble - roses , faint and pale , And long purples of the dale . These in Let them rave . every shower creep Thro ' the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . 6 . The gold - eyed kingcups fine ; The ...
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... blow , Oriana , Alone I wander to and fro , Oriana . Ere the light on dark was growing , Oriana , At midnight the cock was crowing , Oriana : Winds were blowing , waters flowing , We heard the steeds to battle going , Oriana ; Aloud the ...
... blow , Oriana , Alone I wander to and fro , Oriana . Ere the light on dark was growing , Oriana , At midnight the cock was crowing , Oriana : Winds were blowing , waters flowing , We heard the steeds to battle going , Oriana ; Aloud the ...
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... blow ! Oriana ! O happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary , weary way I go , Oriana . When Norland winds pipe down the sea , Oriana , I walk , I dare not ...
... blow ! Oriana ! O happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary , weary way I go , Oriana . When Norland winds pipe down the sea , Oriana , I walk , I dare not ...
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... blow Round an island there below , The island of Shalott . Willows whiten , aspens quiver , Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro ' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot . Four gray walls , and ...
... blow Round an island there below , The island of Shalott . Willows whiten , aspens quiver , Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro ' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot . Four gray walls , and ...
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answer'd beneath blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek cloud dark Dear mother Ida death deep dipt door Dora dream earth Edwin Morris Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall floating flowers folds golden prime grave green hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hour King King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady Clare Lady of Shalott land last embrace Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord measured words mind moon morn never night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro scorn seem'd shadow SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stars stept summer sweet Sweet Emma tears thee thine things thou art thought thro thy dreams turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice weary weep wild wind yonder