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... : he cannot die . " Then those that stood upon the hills behind Repeated " Come again , and thrice as fair ; " And , further inland , voices echoed - " Come VOL . II . 2 With all good things , and war shall be no MORTE D'ARthur . 17.
... : he cannot die . " Then those that stood upon the hills behind Repeated " Come again , and thrice as fair ; " And , further inland , voices echoed - " Come VOL . II . 2 With all good things , and war shall be no MORTE D'ARthur . 17.
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... voices of the well - contented doves . The lark could scarce get out his notes for joy , But shook his song together as he near'd His happy home , the ground . To left and right , The cuckoo told his name to all the hills ; The mellow ...
... voices of the well - contented doves . The lark could scarce get out his notes for joy , But shook his song together as he near'd His happy home , the ground . To left and right , The cuckoo told his name to all the hills ; The mellow ...
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... voice Call'd to me from the years to come , and such A length of bright horizon rimm'd the dark . And all that night I heard the watchmen peal The sliding season : all that night I heard The heavy clocks knolling the drowsy hours . The ...
... voice Call'd to me from the years to come , and such A length of bright horizon rimm'd the dark . And all that night I heard the watchmen peal The sliding season : all that night I heard The heavy clocks knolling the drowsy hours . The ...
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... voice , Made me most happy , lisping " I am thine . ” Shall I cease here ? Is this enough to say That my desire , like all strongest hopes , By its own energy fulfill'd itself , Merged in completion ? Would you learn at full How passion ...
... voice , Made me most happy , lisping " I am thine . ” Shall I cease here ? Is this enough to say That my desire , like all strongest hopes , By its own energy fulfill'd itself , Merged in completion ? Would you learn at full How passion ...
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... voices saint me from above . Courage , St. Simeon ! This dull chrysalis Cracks into shining wings , and hope ere death Spreads more and more and more , that God hath now Sponged and made blank of crimeful record all My mortal archives ...
... voices saint me from above . Courage , St. Simeon ! This dull chrysalis Cracks into shining wings , and hope ere death Spreads more and more and more , that God hath now Sponged and made blank of crimeful record all My mortal archives ...
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Page 95 - Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
Page 105 - From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blue; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunder-storm; Till the war-drum, throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.
Page 94 - 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 104 - 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 6 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
Page 108 - There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing-space ; I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Page 13 - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, ' Place me in the barge ;
Page 13 - Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream - by these Three Queens with crowns of gold - and from them rose A cry that shivered to the tingling stars...
Page 93 - 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.
Page 100 - 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.