Poems, Volume 1Edward Moxon, 1855 - 376 pages |
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Page 13
... sit ; Falsehood shall bare her plaited brow : Fair - fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor martyr - flames , nor trenchant swords Can do away that ancient lie ; A gentler death shall Falsehood die ...
... sit ; Falsehood shall bare her plaited brow : Fair - fronted Truth shall droop not now With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor martyr - flames , nor trenchant swords Can do away that ancient lie ; A gentler death shall Falsehood die ...
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... sits . When 2 . merry milkmaids click the latch , And rarely smells the new - mown hay , And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay , Twice or thrice his roundelay ; Alone and warming his five wits , The ...
... sits . When 2 . merry milkmaids click the latch , And rarely smells the new - mown hay , And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay , Twice or thrice his roundelay ; Alone and warming his five wits , The ...
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... purely , when they wish to charm Pallas and Juno sitting by : And with a sweeping of the arm , And a lack - lustre dead - blue eye , Devolved his rounded periods . Most delicately hour by hour He canvass'd human mysteries , 36 A CHARACTER.
... purely , when they wish to charm Pallas and Juno sitting by : And with a sweeping of the arm , And a lack - lustre dead - blue eye , Devolved his rounded periods . Most delicately hour by hour He canvass'd human mysteries , 36 A CHARACTER.
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... Sitting alone , Singing alone Under the sea , With a crown of gold , On a throne ? 2 . I would be a merman bold ; I would sit and sing the whole of the day ; I would fill the sea - halls with a voice of power ; But at night I would roam ...
... Sitting alone , Singing alone Under the sea , With a crown of gold , On a throne ? 2 . I would be a merman bold ; I would sit and sing the whole of the day ; I would fill the sea - halls with a voice of power ; But at night I would roam ...
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... sit , Three fingers round the old silver cup- I see his gray eyes twinkle yet At his own jest - gray eyes lit up With summer lightnings of a soul So full of summer warmth , so glad , So healthy , sound , and clear and whole , His memory ...
... sit , Three fingers round the old silver cup- I see his gray eyes twinkle yet At his own jest - gray eyes lit up With summer lightnings of a soul So full of summer warmth , so glad , So healthy , sound , and clear and whole , His memory ...
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Page 148 - 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 142 - In the afternoon they came unto a land, In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
Page 12 - He cometh not,' she said; She said, 'I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
Page 320 - AND on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old...
Page 270 - Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young, And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hung. And I said, " My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me, Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee.
Page 269 - 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 266 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. "There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine...
Page 70 - In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining Over...
Page 277 - 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 32 - Over its grave i' the earth so chilly ; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, Heavily hangs the tiger-lily. ii The air is damp, and hush'd, and close, As a sick man's room when he taketh repose An hour before death ; My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves At the moist rich smell of the rotting leaves, And the breath Of the fading edges of box beneath, And the year's last rose. Heavily hangs the broad...