The Poetical WorksH.B. Nims, 1884 - 398 pages |
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... BROTHERS : - ted in later editions ) : - Stanzas 330 Elegiacs .... 256 " In early youth I lost my sire " . 330 The ... Brother .... 333 The Mystic ...... 260 Antony to Cleopatra ..... 334 The Grasshopper .. 260 " I wander in darkness ...
... BROTHERS : - ted in later editions ) : - Stanzas 330 Elegiacs .... 256 " In early youth I lost my sire " . 330 The ... Brother .... 333 The Mystic ...... 260 Antony to Cleopatra ..... 334 The Grasshopper .. 260 " I wander in darkness ...
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... brother ; A leaning and upbearing parasite , Clothing the stem , which else had fallen quite , With cluster'd flower - bells and ambrosial orbs Of rich fruit - bunches leaning on each other- Shadow forth thee ; -the world hath not ...
... brother ; A leaning and upbearing parasite , Clothing the stem , which else had fallen quite , With cluster'd flower - bells and ambrosial orbs Of rich fruit - bunches leaning on each other- Shadow forth thee ; -the world hath not ...
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... brother : Hues of the silken sheeny woof Momently shot into each other . All the mystery is thine ; Smiling , frowning , evermore , Thou art perfect in love - lore , Ever varying Madeline . 3 . A subtle , sudden flame , By veering ...
... brother : Hues of the silken sheeny woof Momently shot into each other . All the mystery is thine ; Smiling , frowning , evermore , Thou art perfect in love - lore , Ever varying Madeline . 3 . A subtle , sudden flame , By veering ...
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... brother mariners , we will not wander more . A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN . I READ , before my eyelids dropt their shade , " The Legend of Good Women , " long ago Sung by the morning star of song , who made His music heard below ; Dan Chaucer ...
... brother mariners , we will not wander more . A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN . I READ , before my eyelids dropt their shade , " The Legend of Good Women , " long ago Sung by the morning star of song , who made His music heard below ; Dan Chaucer ...
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... brother : his mute dust I honor and his living worth : A man more pure and bold and just Was never born into the earth . I have not look'd upon you nigh , Since that dear soul hath fall'n asleep . Great Nature is more wise than I : I ...
... brother : his mute dust I honor and his living worth : A man more pure and bold and just Was never born into the earth . I have not look'd upon you nigh , Since that dear soul hath fall'n asleep . Great Nature is more wise than I : I ...
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Page 113 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Page 142 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Page 35 - We will return no more ;' And all at once they sang, ' Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.
Page 91 - O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 218 - Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere, "Ah! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go? Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes? For now I see the true old times are dead, When every morning brought a noble chance, And every chance brought out a noble knight. Such times have been not since the light that led The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh.
Page 216 - Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more; but, let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I cannot last till morn. Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur, Which was my pride : for thou rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and...
Page 45 - And if indeed I cast the brand away, Surely a precious thing, one worthy note, Should thus be lost forever from the earth, Which might have pleased the eyes of many men. What good should follow this, if this were done ? What harm, undone ? deep harm to disobey, Seeing obedience is the bond of rule. Were it well to obey then, if a king demand An act unprofitable, against himself? The king is sick, and knows not what he does.
Page 142 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 213 - To lead sweet lives in purest chastity, To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her ; for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and amiable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
Page 107 - And only thro' the faded leaf The chestnut pattering to the ground Calm and deep peace on this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green and gold : Calm and still light on yon great plain That sweeps with all its autumn bowers, And crowded farms and lessening towers, To mingle with the bounding main...