Poetical Works, 1. köideTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... Fair Women . Margaret ... The Blackbird .. The Death of the Old Year . To J. S " You ask me why , though ill at ease " . " Of old sat freedom on the heights " . " Love thou thy land with love far brought The Goose .. The Epic .. Morte D ...
... Fair Women . Margaret ... The Blackbird .. The Death of the Old Year . To J. S " You ask me why , though ill at ease " . " Of old sat freedom on the heights " . " Love thou thy land with love far brought The Goose .. The Epic .. Morte D ...
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... Fair - fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor martyr - flames nor trenchant swords Can do away that ancient lie : A gentler death shall Falsehood die , Shot through and through with cunning words ...
... Fair - fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor martyr - flames nor trenchant swords Can do away that ancient lie : A gentler death shall Falsehood die , Shot through and through with cunning words ...
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... fair , With thy floating flaxen hair ; Thy rose - lips and full blue eyes Take the heart from out my breast . Wherefore those dim looks of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? Whence that aery bloom of thine , Like a lily which the sun ...
... fair , With thy floating flaxen hair ; Thy rose - lips and full blue eyes Take the heart from out my breast . Wherefore those dim looks of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? Whence that aery bloom of thine , Like a lily which the sun ...
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... fair , Singing alone , Combing her hair Under the sea , In a golden curl With a comb of pearl , On a throne ? I would be a mermaid fair ; I would sing to myself the whole of the day ; With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair ; And ...
... fair , Singing alone , Combing her hair Under the sea , In a golden curl With a comb of pearl , On a throne ? I would be a mermaid fair ; I would sing to myself the whole of the day ; With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair ; And ...
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... fair , " would seem to award it thine , As lovelier than whatever Oread haunt The knolls of Ida , loveliest in all grace Of movement , and the charm of married brows . ' " Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . เ He prest the blossom of ...
... fair , " would seem to award it thine , As lovelier than whatever Oread haunt The knolls of Ida , loveliest in all grace Of movement , and the charm of married brows . ' " Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . เ He prest the blossom of ...
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Page 341 - ... crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake : So...
Page 183 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...
Page 130 - 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.
Page 127 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: '•I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.
Page 93 - Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whisper'd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our hearts and spirits wholly To the influence of mild-minded melancholy...
Page 226 - EVE. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes are...
Page 130 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Page 182 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
Page 24 - THE poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above ; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. He saw thro' life and death, thro' good and ill, He saw thro
Page 239 - He does not love me for my birth, Nor for my lands so broad and fair; He loves me for my own true worth, And that is well,