PoemsEdward Moxon, 1856 - 379 sidor |
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... 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 .
... 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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... dead ! " Her tears fell with the dews at even ; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She could not look on the sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark 9 MARIANA.
... dead ! " Her tears fell with the dews at even ; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried ; She could not look on the sweet heaven , Either at morn or eventide . After the flitting of the bats , When thickest dark 9 MARIANA.
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... dead ! ” Upon the middle of the night , Waking she heard the night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her without hope of change , In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn , Till cold ...
... dead ! ” Upon the middle of the night , Waking she heard the night - fowl crow : The cock sung out an hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her without hope of change , In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn , Till cold ...
Sida 11
... dead ! " " And ever when the moon was low , And the shrill winds were up and In the white curtain , to and fro , She saw the gusty shadow sway . But when the moon was very low , away , And wild winds bound within their cell , The shadow ...
... dead ! " " And ever when the moon was low , And the shrill winds were up and In the white curtain , to and fro , She saw the gusty shadow sway . But when the moon was very low , away , And wild winds bound within their cell , The shadow ...
Sida 12
... dead ! " The sparrow's chirrup on the roof , The slow clock ticking , and the sound Which to the wooing wind aloof The poplar made , did all confound Her sense ; but most she loathed the hour When the thick - moted sunbeam lay Athwart ...
... dead ! " The sparrow's chirrup on the roof , The slow clock ticking , and the sound Which to the wooing wind aloof The poplar made , did all confound Her sense ; but most she loathed the hour When the thick - moted sunbeam lay Athwart ...
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answer'd beneath blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek cloud dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep dipt door Dora dream earth Edwin Morris Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall floating flowers folds golden prime grave green hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hour King King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady Clare Lady of Shalott land last embrace Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord measured words mind moon morn never night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro scorn seem'd shadow SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stars stept summer sweet Sweet Emma tears thee thine things thou art thought thro thy dreams turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice weary weep wild wind
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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.