 Comely and calm, he rides Hard by his own Whitehall: Only the night wind glides: No crowds, nor rebels, brawl. Gone, too, his Court; and yet, The stars his courtiers are: Stars in their stations set; And every wandering star.  Book Auction Records - Page 264edited by - 1918Full view - About this book
 | Edith P. Hazen - Literary Criticism - 1992 - 1172 pages
...vast silence reigns. (1. 1-4) 2 The saddest of all kings Crowned, and again discrowned. (1. 7—8) 3 P. 4 Vanquished in life, his death By beauty made amends: The passing of his breath Won his defeated ends.... | |
 | Stephen Regan - Literary Collections - 2004 - 628 pages
...Court: and yet, The stars his courtiers are: Stars in their stations set; And every wandering star. Alone he rides, alone, The fair and fatal king: Dark...more still and great: Those brows; or the dark skies? Although his whole heart yearn In passionate tragedy: Never was face so stern With sweet austerity.... | |
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