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... dear , so dear , That I would be the jewel That trembles at her ear : For hid in ringlets day and night , I'd touch her neck so warm and white . And I would be the girdle About her dainty dainty waist , And her heart would beat against ...
... dear , so dear , That I would be the jewel That trembles at her ear : For hid in ringlets day and night , I'd touch her neck so warm and white . And I would be the girdle About her dainty dainty waist , And her heart would beat against ...
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... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . For now the noonday quiet holds the hill : The grasshopper is silent in the grass : The lizard , with his shadow on the stone , Rests like a shadow , and the cicala sleeps . The purple flowers droop ...
... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . For now the noonday quiet holds the hill : The grasshopper is silent in the grass : The lizard , with his shadow on the stone , Rests like a shadow , and the cicala sleeps . The purple flowers droop ...
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... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . He smiled , and opening out his milk - white palm Disclosed a fruit of pure Hesperian gold , That smelt ambrosially , and while I look'd And listen'd , the full - flowing river of speech Came down ...
... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . He smiled , and opening out his milk - white palm Disclosed a fruit of pure Hesperian gold , That smelt ambrosially , and while I look'd And listen'd , the full - flowing river of speech Came down ...
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... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . She ceased , and Paris held the costly fruit Out at arm's - length , so much the thought of power Flatter'd his spirit ; but Pallas where she stood Somewhat apart , her clear and bared limbs O ...
... Dear mother Ida , harken ere I die . She ceased , and Paris held the costly fruit Out at arm's - length , so much the thought of power Flatter'd his spirit ; but Pallas where she stood Somewhat apart , her clear and bared limbs O ...
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... Dear soul , for all is well . " A huge crag - platform , smooth as bur- nish'd brass I chose . The ranged ramparts bright From level meadow - bases of deep grass Suddenly scaled the light . Thereon I built it firm . Of ledge or shelf ...
... Dear soul , for all is well . " A huge crag - platform , smooth as bur- nish'd brass I chose . The ranged ramparts bright From level meadow - bases of deep grass Suddenly scaled the light . Thereon I built it firm . Of ledge or shelf ...
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Sida 237 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Sida 257 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. 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.
Sida 354 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Sida 251 - Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
Sida 85 - Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Sida 83 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades 10 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...
Sida 234 - Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt : For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work Of subtlest jewellery.
Sida 344 - 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.
Sida 257 - O love, they die in yon rich sky. They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul. And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Sida 235 - That bow'd the will. I see thee what thou art. For thou, the latest-left of all my knights, In whom should meet the offices of all, Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt ; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence : But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.