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... hear him sob and sigh In the walks ; Earthward he boweth the heavy stalks Of the mouldering flowers : Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock , Heavily hangs the tiger ...
... hear him sob and sigh In the walks ; Earthward he boweth the heavy stalks Of the mouldering flowers : Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i ' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock , Heavily hangs the tiger ...
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... hear From the groves within The wild - bird's din . In the heart of the garden the merry bird chants , It would fall to the ground if you came in . In the middle leaps a fountain Like sheet lightning , Ever brightening With a low ...
... hear From the groves within The wild - bird's din . In the heart of the garden the merry bird chants , It would fall to the ground if you came in . In the middle leaps a fountain Like sheet lightning , Ever brightening With a low ...
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... , Oriana ! Thou smilest , but thou dost not speak , And then the tears run down my cheek , Oriana : What wantest thou ? whom dost thou seek , Oriana ? I cry aloud : none hear my cries , Oriana THE BALLAD OF ORIANA . 55.
... , Oriana ! Thou smilest , but thou dost not speak , And then the tears run down my cheek , Oriana : What wantest thou ? whom dost thou seek , Oriana ? I cry aloud : none hear my cries , Oriana THE BALLAD OF ORIANA . 55.
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... . Thou liest beneath the greenwood tree , I dare not die and come to thee , Oriana . I hear the roaring of the sea , Oriana . CIRCUMSTANCE . Two children in two neighbour villages Playing mad 56 THE BALLAD OF ORIANA .
... . Thou liest beneath the greenwood tree , I dare not die and come to thee , Oriana . I hear the roaring of the sea , Oriana . CIRCUMSTANCE . Two children in two neighbour villages Playing mad 56 THE BALLAD OF ORIANA .
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... Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly , Down to tower'd Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weary , Piling sheaves in uplands airy , Listening , whispers " " Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott . " PART II . THERE ...
... Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly , Down to tower'd Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weary , Piling sheaves in uplands airy , Listening , whispers " " Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott . " PART II . THERE ...
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answer'd Aroer beneath blow breath brow Camelot cheek cloud dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep dipt door Dora dreams earth EDWIN MORRIS Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face faint fair fall floating flowers folds gold dagger golden prime grave green hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart Heaven hills hour King King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady of Shalott land last embrace Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord measured words mind moon morn move never night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro scorn seem'd shadow silver SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stars stept stood summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro turn'd unto voice weary weep wild wind words yonder
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Page 11 - He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Page 189 - To whom replied King Arthur, faint and pale: "Thou hast...
Page 275 - I triumph'd, ere my passion sweeping thro' me left me dry, Left me with the palsied heart, and left me with the jaundiced eye ; Eye, to which all order festers, all things here are out of joint, Science moves, but slowly slowly, creeping on from point to point : Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, creeping nigher, Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowly-dying fire. Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the...
Page 263 - Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die.
Page 263 - Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all : but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Page 66 - The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights, And music, went to Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed: 'I am half sick of shadows,
Page 171 - It is the land that freemen till, That sober-suited Freedom chose. The land, where girt with friends or foes A man may speak the thing he will ; A land of settled government, A land of just and old renown, Where Freedom broadens slowly down From precedent to precedent...
Page 192 - For thou, the latest-left of all my knights, In whom should meet the offices of all, Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence: But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.
Page 114 - With shadow-streaks of rain. And one, the reapers at their sultry toil. In front they bound the sheaves. Behind Were realms of upland, prodigal in oil, And hoary to the wind.
Page 191 - King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake. Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills.