Poetical Works, 1. köideTicknor and Fields, 1861 |
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... Mother , Wife and Queen ; " And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons , when to take Occasion by the hand , and make The bounds of freedom wider yet , By shaping some august decree , Which kept her throne unshaken still ...
... Mother , Wife and Queen ; " And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons , when to take Occasion by the hand , and make The bounds of freedom wider yet , By shaping some august decree , Which kept her throne unshaken still ...
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... mother plant in semblance , grew A flower all gold , And bravely furnished all abroad to fling The winged shafts of truth , To throng with stately blooms the breathing spring Of Hope and Youth . So many minds did gird their orbs with ...
... mother plant in semblance , grew A flower all gold , And bravely furnished all abroad to fling The winged shafts of truth , To throng with stately blooms the breathing spring Of Hope and Youth . So many minds did gird their orbs with ...
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... Mother , give me grace To help me of my weary load . " And on the liquid mirror glowed The clear perfection of her face . 39 " Is this the form , " she made her moan , " That won his praises night and morn ? " And " Ah , " she said ...
... Mother , give me grace To help me of my weary load . " And on the liquid mirror glowed The clear perfection of her face . 39 " Is this the form , " she made her moan , " That won his praises night and morn ? " And " Ah , " she said ...
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... Mother , let me not here alone Live forgotten , and die forlorn . ” VI . And , rising , from her bosom drew Old letters , breathing of her worth , For " Love , " they said , " must needs be true To what is loveliest upon earth . ' An ...
... Mother , let me not here alone Live forgotten , and die forlorn . ” VI . And , rising , from her bosom drew Old letters , breathing of her worth , For " Love , " they said , " must needs be true To what is loveliest upon earth . ' An ...
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... mother thought , What ails the boy ? For I was altered , and began To move about the house with joy , And with the certain step of man . I loved the brimming wave that swam Through quiet meadows round the mill , The sleepy pool above ...
... mother thought , What ails the boy ? For I was altered , and began To move about the house with joy , And with the certain step of man . I loved the brimming wave that swam Through quiet meadows round the mill , The sleepy pool above ...
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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,