Poems, Volume 1Edward Moxon, 1842 - 231 pages |
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... sound Which to the wooing wind aloof The poplar made , did all confound Her sense ; but most she loath'd the hour When the thick - moted sunbeam lay Athwart the chambers , and the day Was sloping toward his western bower . Then , said ...
... sound Which to the wooing wind aloof The poplar made , did all confound Her sense ; but most she loath'd the hour When the thick - moted sunbeam lay Athwart the chambers , and the day Was sloping toward his western bower . Then , said ...
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... . X. Thence thro ' the garden I was drawn- A realm of pleasance , many a mound , And many a shadow - chequer'd lawn Full of the city's stilly sound , And deep myrrh - thickets blowing round The stately cedar THE ARABIAN NIGHTS . 27.
... . X. Thence thro ' the garden I was drawn- A realm of pleasance , many a mound , And many a shadow - chequer'd lawn Full of the city's stilly sound , And deep myrrh - thickets blowing round The stately cedar THE ARABIAN NIGHTS . 27.
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... thee , arise , Thou of the many tongues , the myriad eyes ! Thou comest not with shows of flaunting vines VOL . I. Unto mine inner eye , Divinest memory ! D Thou wert not nursed by the waterfall Which ever sounds ODE TO MEMORY . 3333.
... thee , arise , Thou of the many tongues , the myriad eyes ! Thou comest not with shows of flaunting vines VOL . I. Unto mine inner eye , Divinest memory ! D Thou wert not nursed by the waterfall Which ever sounds ODE TO MEMORY . 3333.
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Thou wert not nursed by the waterfall Which ever sounds and shines A pillar of white light upon the wall Of purple cliffs , aloof descried : Come from the woods that belt the gray The seven elms , the ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. Thou wert not nursed by the waterfall Which ever sounds and shines A pillar of white light upon the wall Of purple cliffs , aloof descried : Come from the woods that belt the gray The seven elms , the ...
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... sound , Over the throne In the midst of the hall ; Till that great sea - snake under the sea From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps Would slowly trail himself sevenfold Round the hall where I sate , and look in at the gate With his ...
... sound , Over the throne In the midst of the hall ; Till that great sea - snake under the sea From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps Would slowly trail himself sevenfold Round the hall where I sate , and look in at the gate With his ...
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Adeline adown ambrosial ARABIAN NIGHTS beauty beneath blow breath brow call me early Camelot cheek cloud dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep dream DYING SWAN Earl was fair earth Eleänore Enone evermore eyes faint fall flame floating flowers folds thy grave forlorn gazing golden prime goose green that folds harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven Heavily hangs hills hollow kiss Lady Clara Vere Lady of Shalott land lawn Let them rave light Lilian lips live forgotten look'd mermen merrily mind moan moon morn night o'er Oriana POEMS Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow shallop silent silver sing sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake spirit star stept sweet Sweet Alice tears thee thine thou thought throne turret and tree Vere de Vere voice wander weary weep wild wind wold
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Page 86 - ... of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott.
Page 158 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Page 175 - 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.
Page 182 - Before them of the ten years' war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things. Is there confusion in the little isle? Let what is broken so remain. The Gods are hard to reconcile: 'Tis hard to settle order once again. There is confusion worse than death, Trouble on trouble, pain on pain, Long...
Page 46 - THE poet in a golden clime was born, W.ith golden stars above ; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
Page 213 - Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you : What is it we can do for you ? Speak out before you die. His face is growing sharp and thin. Alack ! our friend is gone. Close up his eyes : tie up his chin : Step from the corpse, and let him in That standeth there alone, And waiteth at the door. There's a new foot on the floor, my friend, And a new face at the door, my friend, A new face at the door.
Page 183 - We have had enough of action, and of motion we, Roll'd to starboard, roll'd to larboard, when the surge was seething free, Where the wallowing monster spouted his foamfountains in the sea. Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
Page 162 - The night-winds come and go, mother, upon the meadow-grass, And the happy stars above them seem to brighten as they pass ; There will not be a drop of rain the whole of the livelong day, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Page 161 - I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow to the green, And you'll be there too, mother, to see me made the Queen ; For the shepherd lads on every side 'ill come from far away, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
Page 78 - Camelot; And up and down the people go Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.