Poems, Volume 1Edward Moxon, 1855 - 376 pages |
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... Unto mine inner eye , Divinest Memory ! Thou wert not nursed by the waterfall Which ever sounds and shines A pillar of white light upon the wall Of purple cliffs , aloof descried : Come from the woods that belt the gray hill - side ...
... Unto mine inner eye , Divinest Memory ! Thou wert not nursed by the waterfall Which ever sounds and shines A pillar of white light upon the wall Of purple cliffs , aloof descried : Come from the woods that belt the gray hill - side ...
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... Unto the dwelling she must sway . Well hast thou done , great artist Memory , In setting round thy first experiment With royal frame - work of wrought gold ; Needs must thou dearly love thy first essay , And foremost in thy various ...
... Unto the dwelling she must sway . Well hast thou done , great artist Memory , In setting round thy first experiment With royal frame - work of wrought gold ; Needs must thou dearly love thy first essay , And foremost in thy various ...
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... unto himself he sold : Upon himself himself did feed : Quiet , dispassionate , and cold , And other than his form of creed , With chisell'd features clear and sleek . THE POET . THE poet in a golden clime was A CHARACTER . 37.
... unto himself he sold : Upon himself himself did feed : Quiet , dispassionate , and cold , And other than his form of creed , With chisell'd features clear and sleek . THE POET . THE poet in a golden clime was A CHARACTER . 37.
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... And wing'd with flame , Like Indian reeds blown from his silver tongue , And of so fierce a flight , From Calpe unto Caucasus they sung , Filling with light And vagrant melodies the winds which bore Them earthward till 38 THE POET.
... And wing'd with flame , Like Indian reeds blown from his silver tongue , And of so fierce a flight , From Calpe unto Caucasus they sung , Filling with light And vagrant melodies the winds which bore Them earthward till 38 THE POET.
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... unto my eyes , Oriana . Within thy heart my arrow lies , Oriana . O cursed hand ! O cursed blow ! Oriana ! O happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary , weary ...
... unto my eyes , Oriana . Within thy heart my arrow lies , Oriana . O cursed hand ! O cursed blow ! Oriana ! O happy thou that liest low , Oriana ! All night the silence seems to flow Beside me in my utter woe , Oriana . A weary , weary ...
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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...