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... seize me if ever that light be my leading star ! 3 . When have I bow'd to her father , the wrinkled head of the race ? I met her abroad with her brother , but not to her brother I bow'd ; I bow'd to his lady - sister as she rode MAUD . 15.
... seize me if ever that light be my leading star ! 3 . When have I bow'd to her father , the wrinkled head of the race ? I met her abroad with her brother , but not to her brother I bow'd ; I bow'd to his lady - sister as she rode MAUD . 15.
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... rode by on the moor ; But the fire of a foolish pride flash'd over her beautiful face . O child , you wrong your beauty , believe it , in being so proud ; Your father has wealth well - gotten , and I am nameless and poor . 4 . I keep ...
... rode by on the moor ; But the fire of a foolish pride flash'd over her beautiful face . O child , you wrong your beauty , believe it , in being so proud ; Your father has wealth well - gotten , and I am nameless and poor . 4 . I keep ...
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... rode at her side Bound for the Hall , I am sure was he : Bound for the Hall , and I think for a bride . Blithe would her brother's acceptance be . Maud could be gracious too , no doubt , To a lord , a captain , a padded shape , A bought ...
... rode at her side Bound for the Hall , I am sure was he : Bound for the Hall , and I think for a bride . Blithe would her brother's acceptance be . Maud could be gracious too , no doubt , To a lord , a captain , a padded shape , A bought ...
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... Rode the six hundred . " Charge , " was the captain's cry ; Their's not to reason why , Their's not to make reply , Their's but to do and die , Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred . 152 THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE . 2 ...
... Rode the six hundred . " Charge , " was the captain's cry ; Their's not to reason why , Their's not to make reply , Their's but to do and die , Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred . 152 THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE . 2 ...
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... rode and well ; Into the jaws of Death , Into the mouth of Hell , Rode the six hundred . 3 . Flash'd all their sabres bare , Flash'd all at once in air , Sabring the gunners there , Charging an army , while All the world wonder'd ...
... rode and well ; Into the jaws of Death , Into the mouth of Hell , Rode the six hundred . 3 . Flash'd all their sabres bare , Flash'd all at once in air , Sabring the gunners there , Charging an army , while All the world wonder'd ...
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Page 71 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.
Page 149 - O WELL for him whose will is strong ! He suffers, but he will not suffer long ; He suffers, but he cannot suffer wrong : For him nor moves the loud world's random mock, Nor all Calamity's hugest waves confound, Who seems a promontory of rock, That, compass'd round with turbulent sound, In middle ocean meets the surging shock, Tempest-buffeted, citadel-crown'd. II. But ill for him who, bettering not with time, Corrupts the strength of heaven-descended Will, And ever weaker grows thro...
Page 67 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Page 83 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee : Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
Page 136 - For tho' the Giant Ages heave the hill And break the shore, and- evermore Make and break, and work their will ; Tho' world on world in myriad myriads roll Round us, each with different powers, And other forms of life than ours, What know we greater than the soul ? On God and Godlike men we build our trust.
Page 83 - Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful doze I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.
Page 104 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling ; And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, — And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 122 - BURY the Great Duke With an empire's lamentation, Let us bury the Great Duke To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation, Mourning when their leaders fall, Warriors carry the warrior's pall, And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.
Page 69 - There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay. When will the dancers leave her alone? She is weary of dance and play." Now half to the setting moon are gone, And half to the rising day; Low on the sand and loud on the stone The last wheel echoes away.
Page 72 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.