Poems, Volume 1Edward Moxon, 1842 - 231 pages |
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... the earliest of the year ) . Nor was the night thy shroud . In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest Thou leddest by the hand thine infant Hope , The eddying of her garments caught from thee The light 32 ODE TO MEMORY .
... the earliest of the year ) . Nor was the night thy shroud . In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest Thou leddest by the hand thine infant Hope , The eddying of her garments caught from thee The light 32 ODE TO MEMORY .
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... rest ; But beyond expression fair , With thy floating flaxen hair , Thy rose - lips and full blue eyes Take the heart from out my breast ; Wherefore those dim looks of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? Whence that aery bloom of thine ...
... rest ; But beyond expression fair , With thy floating flaxen hair , Thy rose - lips and full blue eyes Take the heart from out my breast ; Wherefore those dim looks of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? Whence that aery bloom of thine ...
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... rest . Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . II . Thee nor carketh care nor slander ; Nothing but the small cold worm Fretteth thine enshrouded form . Let them rave . Light and ...
... rest . Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . II . Thee nor carketh care nor slander ; Nothing but the small cold worm Fretteth thine enshrouded form . Let them rave . Light and ...
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... rest for me below , Oriana . When the long dun wolds are ribb'd with snow , And loud the Norland whirlwinds blow , Oriana , Alone I wander to and fro , Oriana . Ere the light on dark was growing , Oriana , THE BALLAD OF ORIANA.
... rest for me below , Oriana . When the long dun wolds are ribb'd with snow , And loud the Norland whirlwinds blow , Oriana , Alone I wander to and fro , Oriana . Ere the light on dark was growing , Oriana , THE BALLAD OF ORIANA.
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... rest : And I should know if it beat right , I'd clasp it round so close and tight . And I would be the necklace , And all day long to fall and rise Upon her balmy bosom , With her laughter or her sighs , And I would lie so light , so ...
... rest : And I should know if it beat right , I'd clasp it round so close and tight . And I would be the necklace , And all day long to fall and rise Upon her balmy bosom , With her laughter or her sighs , And I would lie so light , so ...
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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.