Poems |
From inside the book
Page 10
... hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her without hope of change , In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn , Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely moated grange . She only said , " The day is dreary ...
... hour ere light : From the dark fen the oxen's low Came to her without hope of change , In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn , Till cold winds woke the gray - eyed morn About the lonely moated grange . She only said , " The day is dreary ...
Page 12
... hour When the thick - moted sunbeam lay Athwart the chambers , and the day Was sloping toward his western bower . Then , said she , " I am very dreary He will not come , " she said ; She wept , “ I am aweary , aweary , Oh God , that I ...
... hour When the thick - moted sunbeam lay Athwart the chambers , and the day Was sloping toward his western bower . Then , said she , " I am very dreary He will not come , " she said ; She wept , “ I am aweary , aweary , Oh God , that I ...
Page 31
... hours Dwelling amid these yellowing bowers : To himself he talks ; For at eventide , listening earnestly , At his work you may hear him sob and sigh In the walks ; Earthward he boweth the heavy stalks Of the mouldering flowers : Heavily ...
... hours Dwelling amid these yellowing bowers : To himself he talks ; For at eventide , listening earnestly , At his work you may hear him sob and sigh In the walks ; Earthward he boweth the heavy stalks Of the mouldering flowers : Heavily ...
Page 32
... 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 sunflower Over its ...
... 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 sunflower Over its ...
Page 33
... Looks thro ' in his sad decline , And a rose - bush leans upon , Thou that faintly smilest still , As a Naiad in a well , Looking at the set of day , Or a phantom two hours old D Of a maiden past away , Ere the placid lips 33 ADELINE.
... Looks thro ' in his sad decline , And a rose - bush leans upon , Thou that faintly smilest still , As a Naiad in a well , Looking at the set of day , Or a phantom two hours old D Of a maiden past away , Ere the placid lips 33 ADELINE.
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
answer'd beneath blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek cloud dark dead Dear mother Ida death deep dipt door Dora dream earth EDWIN MORRIS Eleänore Enone evermore Excalibur eyes face faint fair fall floating flowers folds garden 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 mermen mind moon morn never night o'er Oriana Queen roll'd rose round saw thro seem'd shadow shining SIMEON STYLITES sing Sir Bedivere sleep slowly smile song soul sound spake speak spirit star stept summer sweet Sweet Emma tears thee thine things thou art thought thro turn'd unto Vere de Vere voice weary weep wild wind words