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... hears the corn - bin open , prick'd my ears , For I remember'd Everard's college fame When we were Freshmen : then at my request He brought it , and the poet little urged , But with some prelude of disparagement , Read , mouthing out ...
... hears the corn - bin open , prick'd my ears , For I remember'd Everard's college fame When we were Freshmen : then at my request He brought it , and the poet little urged , But with some prelude of disparagement , Read , mouthing out ...
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... hears the corn - bin open , prick'd my ears , For I remember'd Everard's college fame When we were Freshmen : then at my request He brought it , and the poet little urged , But with some prelude of disparagement , Read , mouthing out ...
... hears the corn - bin open , prick'd my ears , For I remember'd Everard's college fame When we were Freshmen : then at my request He brought it , and the poet little urged , But with some prelude of disparagement , Read , mouthing out ...
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... hear The windy clanging of the minster clock ; Although between it and the garden lies A league of grass , wash'd by a slow broad stream , That , stirr'd with languid pulses of the oar , Waves all its lazy lilies , and creeps on , Barge ...
... hear The windy clanging of the minster clock ; Although between it and the garden lies A league of grass , wash'd by a slow broad stream , That , stirr'd with languid pulses of the oar , Waves all its lazy lilies , and creeps on , Barge ...
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... 'd , and smiling said to me , " Hear how the bushes echo ! by my life , These birds have joyful thoughts . Think you they sing Like poets , from the vanity of song ? Or have they any sense of why they sing ? OR , THE PICTURES . 23.
... 'd , and smiling said to me , " Hear how the bushes echo ! by my life , These birds have joyful thoughts . Think you they sing Like poets , from the vanity of song ? Or have they any sense of why they sing ? OR , THE PICTURES . 23.
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... hear , Requiring at her hand the greatest gift , A woman's heart , the heart of her I loved ; And in that time and place she answer'd me , And in the compass of three little words , More musical than ever came in one , The silver OR ...
... hear , Requiring at her hand the greatest gift , A woman's heart , the heart of her I loved ; And in that time and place she answer'd me , And in the compass of three little words , More musical than ever came in one , The silver OR ...
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Page 95 - Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Page 105 - From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunder-storm; Till the war-drum, throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags 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.
Page 94 - In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Page 104 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new : That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
Page 6 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
Page 108 - There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing-space ; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Page 13 - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, ' Place me in the barge ;
Page 13 - Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream - by these Three Queens with crowns of gold - and from them rose A cry that shivered to the tingling stars...
Page 93 - 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' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Page 100 - Comfort? comfort scorned of devils; this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead unhappy night, and when the rain is on the roof.