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... earth with brilliance rare . III . Whilome thou camest with the morning mist , And with the evening cloud , Showering thy gleaned wealth into my open breast , ( Those peerless flowers which in the rudest wind Never grow sere , When ...
... earth with brilliance rare . III . Whilome thou camest with the morning mist , And with the evening cloud , Showering thy gleaned wealth into my open breast , ( Those peerless flowers which in the rudest wind Never grow sere , When ...
Sida 33
... earth could dull Those spirit - thrilling eyes so keen and beautiful : Sure she was nigher to heaven's spheres , Listening the lordly music flowing from The illimitable years . Oh strengthen me , enlighten me ! I faint in this obscurity ...
... earth could dull Those spirit - thrilling eyes so keen and beautiful : Sure she was nigher to heaven's spheres , Listening the lordly music flowing from The illimitable years . Oh strengthen me , enlighten me ! I faint in this obscurity ...
Sida 34
... When the first matin - song hath waken'd loud Over the dark dewy earth forlorn , What time the amber morn Forth gushes from beneath a low - hung cloud . Large dowries doth the raptured eye To the young spirit 34 ODE TO MEMORY .
... When the first matin - song hath waken'd loud Over the dark dewy earth forlorn , What time the amber morn Forth gushes from beneath a low - hung cloud . Large dowries doth the raptured eye To the young spirit 34 ODE TO MEMORY .
Sida 38
... boweth the heavy stalks Of the mouldering flowers : Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock , Heavily hangs the tiger - lily . II . The air is damp , and hush'd , SONG.
... boweth the heavy stalks Of the mouldering flowers : Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock , Heavily hangs the tiger - lily . II . The air is damp , and hush'd , SONG.
Sida 39
... year's last rose . Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock , Heavily hangs the tiger - lily . ADELINE . MYSTERY of mysteries , Faintly smiling Adeline , SONG . 39 39.
... year's last rose . Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock , Heavily hangs the tiger - lily . ADELINE . MYSTERY of mysteries , Faintly smiling Adeline , SONG . 39 39.
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answer'd beneath betwixt blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek child cloud Cophetua dark dead dear death deep dipt Dora dream earth evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall flowers folded garden golden prime gray hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart heaven high dial hour iris changes king King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady Clare Lady of Shalott land Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall long day wanes look look'd mind moon morn mother Ida never night o'er Oriana Queen rose round scorn seem'd shade shadow shining SIMEON STYLITES Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stars stept summer sweet Sweet Emma tears thee thine things Thou art thought thro thy dreams touch'd tree truth turn'd unto Vext voice weary weeping whisper wife wild wind words yonder
Populära avsnitt
Sida 70 - There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine...
Sida 155 - A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go ; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land : far off, three mountain-tops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flush'd : and, dew'd with showery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. The charmed sunset linger'd low adown In the red West : thro...
Sida 66 - Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of ShalotL Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right— The leaves upon her falling light— Thro...
Sida 160 - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence, ripen, fall and cease : Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease ! 5.
Sida 84 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
Sida 10 - WHEN cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
Sida 65 - She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide ; The mirror crack'd from side to side ; ' The curse is come upon me,
Sida 89 - I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race. Iron-jointed, supple-sinew'd, they shall dive, and they shall run, Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their lances in the sun; Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap the rainbows of the brooks, Not with blinded eyesight poring over miserable books — Fool, again the dream, the fancy!
Sida 191 - But though his eyes are waxing dim, And though his foes speak ill of him, He was a friend to me. Old year, you shall not die ; We did so laugh and cry with you, I've half a mind to die with you, Old year, if you must die.
Sida 158 - And thro' the mountain-walls A rolling organ-harmony Swells up, and shakes and falls. Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear : " O just and faithful knight of God ! Ride on ! the prize is near.