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Página 1272 - thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, , In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright. 752
Página 1297 - On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee. THE
Página 1501 - O shores, and ring O bells ! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. 821 WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOCKYARD BLOOM'D I WHEN lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night, I
Página 1026 - my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd happy, fair with orchard-lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where
Página 997 - THE LADY OF SHALOTT PAST I ON either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs hy To many-tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies
Página 1004 - DEAD HOME they brought her warrior dead: She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching, said, ' She must weep or she will die.' Then they praised him, soft and low, Called him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe; Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from
Página 1347 - THE CHILDREN'S HOUR BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet,
Página 1253 - That»dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. Then star nor sun shall waken, Nor any change of light : Nor sound of waters shaken, Nor any sound or sight: Nor wintry leaves nor vernal, Nor days nor things diurnal;
Página 1487 - WALT WHITMAN [1819-1892] ONE'S-SELF I SING ONE'S-SELF I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse. Of physiology from top to toe I sing, Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power, Cheerful, for freest action
Página 1039 - BRIGADE HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. 1 " Forward the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!" Was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier knew Some one had blunder'd.