Poems, Volume 1Edward Moxon, 1855 - 376 pages |
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... brows Of him that utter'd nothing base ; And should your greatness , and the care That yokes with empire , yield you time To make demand of modern rhyme If aught of ancient worth be there ; Then - while a sweeter music wakes , And thro.
... brows Of him that utter'd nothing base ; And should your greatness , and the care That yokes with empire , yield you time To make demand of modern rhyme If aught of ancient worth be there ; Then - while a sweeter music wakes , And thro.
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... thro ' and thro ' me Thoroughly to undo me , Smiling , never speaks : So innocent - arch , so cunning - simple , From beneath her gather'd wimple Glancing with black - beaded eyes , Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby - roses ...
... thro ' and thro ' me Thoroughly to undo me , Smiling , never speaks : So innocent - arch , so cunning - simple , From beneath her gather'd wimple Glancing with black - beaded eyes , Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby - roses ...
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... Thro ' all the outworks of suspicious pride ; A courage to endure and to obey ; A hate of gossip parlance , and of sway , Crown'd Isabel , thro ' all her placid life , The queen of marriage , a most perfect wife . 3 . The mellow'd ...
... Thro ' all the outworks of suspicious pride ; A courage to endure and to obey ; A hate of gossip parlance , and of sway , Crown'd Isabel , thro ' all her placid life , The queen of marriage , a most perfect wife . 3 . The mellow'd ...
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... thro ' the doors , Old footsteps trod the upper floors , Old voices called her from without . She only said , " My life is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! " The ...
... thro ' the doors , Old footsteps trod the upper floors , Old voices called her from without . She only said , " My life is dreary , He cometh not , " she said ; She said , " I am aweary , aweary , I would that I were dead ! " The ...
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... With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor martyr - flames , nor trenchant swords Can do away that ancient lie ; A gentler death shall Falsehood die , Shot thro ' and thro ' with cunning words . 3 . Weak Truth a - leaning on her crutch 13 ...
... With shrilling shafts of subtle wit . Nor martyr - flames , nor trenchant swords Can do away that ancient lie ; A gentler death shall Falsehood die , Shot thro ' and thro ' with cunning words . 3 . Weak Truth a - leaning on her crutch 13 ...
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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...