Poems, Volume 2Edward Moxon, 1846 - 235 páginas |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... thou perform'd my mission which I gave ? What is it thou hast seen ? or what hast heard ? " And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : " I heard the ripple washing in the reeds , And the wild water lapping on the crag . " To whom replied ...
... thou perform'd my mission which I gave ? What is it thou hast seen ? or what hast heard ? " And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : " I heard the ripple washing in the reeds , And the wild water lapping on the crag . " To whom replied ...
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... thou art . For thou , the latest - left of all my knights , In whom should meet the offices of all , Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt ; Either from lust of gold , or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes . Yet ...
... thou art . For thou , the latest - left of all my knights , In whom should meet the offices of all , Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt ; Either from lust of gold , or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes . Yet ...
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... thou hast heard , or seen And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : " Sir King , I closed mine eyelids , lest the gems Should blind my purpose , for I never saw , Nor shall see , here or elsewhere , till I die , Not though I live three ...
... thou hast heard , or seen And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : " Sir King , I closed mine eyelids , lest the gems Should blind my purpose , for I never saw , Nor shall see , here or elsewhere , till I die , Not though I live three ...
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... thou , If thou shouldst never see my face again , Pray for my soul . More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of . Wherefore , let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day . For what are men better than sheep ...
... thou , If thou shouldst never see my face again , Pray for my soul . More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of . Wherefore , let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day . For what are men better than sheep ...
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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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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.