Poems, Volume 2Edward Moxon, 1846 - 235 pages |
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... dark strait of barren land . On one side lay the Ocean , and on one Lay a great water , and the moon was full . Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere : " The sequel of to - day unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights ...
... dark strait of barren land . On one side lay the Ocean , and on one Lay a great water , and the moon was full . Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere : " The sequel of to - day unsolders all The goodliest fellowship of famous knights ...
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... against his brow Striped with dark blood for all his face was white And colourless , and like the wither'd moon Smote by the fresh beam of the springing east ; And all his greaves and cuisses dash'd with drops Of MORTE D'ARTHUR . 13.
... against his brow Striped with dark blood for all his face was white And colourless , and like the wither'd moon Smote by the fresh beam of the springing east ; And all his greaves and cuisses dash'd with drops Of MORTE D'ARTHUR . 13.
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... darkness , flared and fell : At which the Parson , sent to sleep with sound , And waked with silence , grunted " Good ! Sat rapt it was the tone with which he read— Perhaps some modern touches here and there but we Redeem'd it from the ...
... darkness , flared and fell : At which the Parson , sent to sleep with sound , And waked with silence , grunted " Good ! Sat rapt it was the tone with which he read— Perhaps some modern touches here and there but we Redeem'd it from the ...
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... Darker than darkest pansies , and that hair More black than ashbuds in the front of March . " And Juliet answer'd laughing , " Go and see The Gardener's daughter : trust me , after that , You scarce can fail to match his masterpiece ...
... Darker than darkest pansies , and that hair More black than ashbuds in the front of March . " And Juliet answer'd laughing , " Go and see The Gardener's daughter : trust me , after that , You scarce can fail to match his masterpiece ...
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... dark leaves , you hear The windy clanging of the minster clock ; Although between it and the garden lies A league of grass , wash'd by a slow broad stream , That , stirr'd with languid pulses of the oar , Waves all its lazy lilies , and ...
... dark leaves , you hear The windy clanging of the minster clock ; Although between it and the garden lies A league of grass , wash'd by a slow broad stream , That , stirr'd with languid pulses of the oar , Waves all its lazy lilies , and ...
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Alice the nurse answer'd beggar maid beneath betwixt blow bold Sir Bedivere bore born breast breath cheek child Cophetua crag dark death dipt Dora dream dropt earth Edward Gray Ellen Adair Excalibur eyes fair fancy flower folded gate golden gone grew hand happy hast hear heard heart Heaven hope hour jaundice King Arthur kiss kiss'd knees Lady Clare land last embrace laugh'd light lightly lips live Locksley Hall look look'd Lord Ronald moon moorland morn never night o'er pass'd praise QUEEN GUINEVERE replied rose round saints seem'd shade SIMEON STYLITES SIR LAUNCELOT sleep song soul sound spake speak stars stept summer sweet thee thine things thou art thought thrice thro thy dreams touch'd truth turn'd unto vapour Vext village maid voice whisper wife wind wither'd wonder words
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Page 99 - Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Page 93 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades 10 Vext the dim sea : I am become a name ; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known ; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honour'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers.
Page 182 - And thro' the mountain-walls A rolling organ-harmony Swells up, and shakes and falls. Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear : " O just and faithful knight of God ! Ride on ! the prize is near.
Page 108 - 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 7 - What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?" And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere: f*"" I heard the ripple washing in the reeds \And the wild water lapping on the crag.
Page 181 - A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose...
Page 97 - Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid. Here about the beach I wander 'd, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time...
Page 121 - To-day I saw the dragon-fly Come from the wells where he did lie. ' An inner impulse rent the veil Of his old husk : from head to tail Came out clear plates of sapphire mail. ' He dried his wings : like gauze they grew : Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew A living flash of light he flew.
Page 104 - Comfort? comfort scorned of devils! this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead unhappy night, and when the rain is on the roof.
Page 97 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.