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... OF SIN • 366 66 COME NOT , WHEN I AM DEAD 376 THE EAGLE 376 ፡፡ MOVE EASTWARD , HAPPY EARTH , AND LEAVE • 377 " BREAK , BREAK , BREAK , " 378 THE POET'S SONG 379 POEMS . ( PUBLISHED 1830. ) B POEMS . CLARIBEL xii CONTENTS .
... OF SIN • 366 66 COME NOT , WHEN I AM DEAD 376 THE EAGLE 376 ፡፡ MOVE EASTWARD , HAPPY EARTH , AND LEAVE • 377 " BREAK , BREAK , BREAK , " 378 THE POET'S SONG 379 POEMS . ( PUBLISHED 1830. ) B POEMS . CLARIBEL xii CONTENTS .
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... sloping toward his western bower . Then , said she , " I am very dreary , He will not come , " she said ; She wept , " I am aweary , aweary , Oh God , that I were dead ! " ΤΟ 1 . CLEAR - HEADED friend , whose joyful 12 MARIANA . 12.
... sloping toward his western bower . Then , said she , " I am very dreary , He will not come , " she said ; She wept , " I am aweary , aweary , Oh God , that I were dead ! " ΤΟ 1 . CLEAR - HEADED friend , whose joyful 12 MARIANA . 12.
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... 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 . When 2 . merry ...
... 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 . When 2 . merry ...
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... Come not as thou camest of late , Flinging the gloom of yesternight On the white day ; but robed in soften'd light Of orient state . Whilome thou camest with the morning mist , Even as a maid , whose stately brow The dew - impearled ...
... Come not as thou camest of late , Flinging the gloom of yesternight On the white day ; but robed in soften'd light Of orient state . Whilome thou camest with the morning mist , Even as a maid , whose stately brow The dew - impearled ...
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... Come forth I charge thee , arise , Thou of the many tongues , the myriad eyes ! Thou comest not with shows of flaunting vines Unto mine inner eye , Divinest Memory ! Thou wert not nursed by the waterfall Which ever sounds and shines A ...
... Come forth I charge thee , arise , Thou of the many tongues , the myriad eyes ! Thou comest not with shows of flaunting vines Unto mine inner eye , Divinest Memory ! Thou wert not nursed by the waterfall Which ever sounds and shines A ...
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Sida 199 - And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
Sida 11 - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Sida 271 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Sida 283 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
Sida 279 - With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunder-storm ; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battleflags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Sida 268 - Locksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts, And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into cataracts. Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro...
Sida 335 - Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic bark; I leap on board, no helmsman steers, I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light! Three angels bear the holy Grail: With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars.
Sida 142 - In the afternoon they came unto a land, In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. 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.
Sida 70 - In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining Heavily the low sky raining Over tower'd Camelot.
Sida 195 - King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake. Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills.