Werner's Magazine: A Magazine of Expression, Volume 20Werner's Magazine Company, 1898 |
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... Turn'd to tower'd Camelot ; For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water - side , Singing in her song she died , The Lady of Shalott . Under tower and balcony , By garden - wall and gallery , A gleaming shape she ...
... Turn'd to tower'd Camelot ; For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water - side , Singing in her song she died , The Lady of Shalott . Under tower and balcony , By garden - wall and gallery , A gleaming shape she ...
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... turning of the wil- low leaves in the breeze showing their underside white , and the quivering of the aspens . The lines are com- pacted of the utmost sweetness . The second line , " Little breezes dusk and shiver , " shows the movement ...
... turning of the wil- low leaves in the breeze showing their underside white , and the quivering of the aspens . The lines are com- pacted of the utmost sweetness . The second line , " Little breezes dusk and shiver , " shows the movement ...
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... Turn'd to tower'd Camelot ; For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water - side , Singing in her song she died , The Lady of Shalott . 2 And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer ; And they cross'd ...
... Turn'd to tower'd Camelot ; For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water - side , Singing in her song she died , The Lady of Shalott . 2 And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer ; And they cross'd ...
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... turn out to be itself a petrified poem , a reward of a deed done or of a thought thought by those to whom we owe the whole of our intellec- tual inheritance , the capital on which we live , with which we speculate and strive to grow ...
... turn out to be itself a petrified poem , a reward of a deed done or of a thought thought by those to whom we owe the whole of our intellec- tual inheritance , the capital on which we live , with which we speculate and strive to grow ...
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... turn , achieving excellence in every di- rection except the dramatic , which indeed but few venture upon . Modern poetry , in short , has been as composite as modern architecture ; and if , as in the case of the latter , grotesque and ...
... turn , achieving excellence in every di- rection except the dramatic , which indeed but few venture upon . Modern poetry , in short , has been as composite as modern architecture ; and if , as in the case of the latter , grotesque and ...
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Página 12 - Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot.
Página 11 - Skimming down to Camelot : But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to tower'd Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers '"Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott.
Página 263 - Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse, — E'en then would be some stooping; and I choose Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands; Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands As if alive.
Página 116 - Herself shall bring us, hand in hand, To Him round whom all souls Kneel, the clear-ranged unnumbered heads Bowed with their aureoles; And angels meeting us shall sing To their citherns and citoles.
Página 115 - The blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.
Página 74 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Página 205 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Página 12 - For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights, And music, went to Camelot ; Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed ; " I am half sick of shadows,
Página 4 - Camelot ; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot.
Página 53 - Do you not come your tardy son to chide, . That, laps'd in time and passion, lets go by The important acting of your dread command ? O, say ! Ghost. Do not forget : This visitation Is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.