Poems, an offering to Lancashire [ed. by I. Craig-Knox]. |
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Page 13
... But some human soul shall see . Is thy strait horizon dreary ? Is thy foolish fancy chill ? Change the feet that have grown weary For the wings that never will . There are kingdoms for the spirit Beyond worlds and ages IN THE WINTER . 13.
... But some human soul shall see . Is thy strait horizon dreary ? Is thy foolish fancy chill ? Change the feet that have grown weary For the wings that never will . There are kingdoms for the spirit Beyond worlds and ages IN THE WINTER . 13.
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... never ask the tale ; Her trembling heart grows quiet and slow ; She slumbers against my mail ; Home to my mother's bower we go , Where a welcome will not fail . Home through the wood and the evil night , Where glow the dragons ' eyes ...
... never ask the tale ; Her trembling heart grows quiet and slow ; She slumbers against my mail ; Home to my mother's bower we go , Where a welcome will not fail . Home through the wood and the evil night , Where glow the dragons ' eyes ...
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... never a flag like this- The mane of my mare by the glad winds curled , In joy's own wantonness . And maidens look up , with eyes of light , From the nooks where wild flowers meet ; And the ripened fruit falls ruddy and bright , Like ...
... never a flag like this- The mane of my mare by the glad winds curled , In joy's own wantonness . And maidens look up , with eyes of light , From the nooks where wild flowers meet ; And the ripened fruit falls ruddy and bright , Like ...
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... my eyes into your neck . Shall we not be for ever lain Thus for Love's sake , And sleep , and wake , yet never break the chain . D. G. ROSSETTI . D FOUR SONNETS FROM EARLY ITALIAN PICTURES . VERSIFIED IN ENGLISH G ROSSETTI.
... my eyes into your neck . Shall we not be for ever lain Thus for Love's sake , And sleep , and wake , yet never break the chain . D. G. ROSSETTI . D FOUR SONNETS FROM EARLY ITALIAN PICTURES . VERSIFIED IN ENGLISH G ROSSETTI.
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... never swerves , But like the sun that everywhere surveys , Illumines him who justly merits praise , Sustains the weak , and sends on the evil , rain Of cleansing fire and retributive pain . IV . VERSES UNDER THE CORONATION OF THE VIRGIN ...
... never swerves , But like the sun that everywhere surveys , Illumines him who justly merits praise , Sustains the weak , and sends on the evil , rain Of cleansing fire and retributive pain . IV . VERSES UNDER THE CORONATION OF THE VIRGIN ...
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Page 17 - I HAVE been here before, But when or how I cannot tell : I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before, — How long ago I may not know : But just when at that swallow's soar Your neck turned so, Some veil did fall, — I knew it all of yore.
Page 54 - She now compounds for winning ways By morals of the sternest, Methinks the lays of nowadays Are painfully in earnest. When Wisdom halts, I humbly try To make the most of Folly: If Pallas be unwilling, I Prefer to flirt with Polly; To quit the goddess for the maid Seems low in lofty musers; But Pallas is a lofty jade — And beggars can't be choosers. I do not wish to see the slaves Of party, stirring passion, Or psalms quite superseding staves, Or piety "the fashion.
Page 1 - You who sat to see us starve," one shrieking woman said: "Sit on your throne and roast with your crown upon your head." Nay, this thing will I do, while my mother tarrieth, I will take my fine spun gold, but not to sew therewith, I will take my gold and gems, and rainbow fan and wreath; With a ransom in my lap, a king's ransom in my hand, I will go down to this people, will stand face to face, will stand Where they curse king, queen, and princess of this cursed land. They shall take all to buy them...