Complete Poetical WorksHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1882 - 635 páginas |
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... answer'd free ; and turning I appeal'd To one that stood beside . But she , with sick and scornful looks averse , To her full height her stately stature draws ; 66 " My youth , " she said , was blasted with a curse : This woman was the ...
... answer'd free ; and turning I appeal'd To one that stood beside . But she , with sick and scornful looks averse , To her full height her stately stature draws ; 66 " My youth , " she said , was blasted with a curse : This woman was the ...
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... answer'd laughing , “ Go and see The Gardener's daughter : trust me , after that , You scarce can fail to match his master- piece . " And up we rose , and on the spur we went . Not wholly in the busy world , nor quite Beyond it , blooms ...
... answer'd laughing , “ Go and see The Gardener's daughter : trust me , after that , You scarce can fail to match his master- piece . " And up we rose , and on the spur we went . Not wholly in the busy world , nor quite Beyond it , blooms ...
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... answer'd me , And in the compass of three little words , More musical than ever came in one , The silver fragments of a broken voice , Made me most happy , faltering , " I am thine . " Shall I cease here ? Is this enough to say That my ...
... answer'd me , And in the compass of three little words , More musical than ever came in one , The silver fragments of a broken voice , Made me most happy , faltering , " I am thine . " Shall I cease here ? Is this enough to say That my ...
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... answer'd short : " I cannot marry Dora ; by my life , I will not marry Dora . ” Then the old man Was wroth , and doubled up his hands , and said : " You will not , boy ! you dare to answer thus ! But in my time a father's word was law ...
... answer'd short : " I cannot marry Dora ; by my life , I will not marry Dora . ” Then the old man Was wroth , and doubled up his hands , and said : " You will not , boy ! you dare to answer thus ! But in my time a father's word was law ...
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... answer'd softly , " This is William's child ! " " And did I not , " said Allan , did I not Forbid you , Dora ? " Dora said again : " Do with me as you will , but take the child And bless him for the sake of him that's gone ! " And Allan ...
... answer'd softly , " This is William's child ! " " And did I not , " said Allan , did I not Forbid you , Dora ? " Dora said again : " Do with me as you will , but take the child And bless him for the sake of him that's gone ! " And Allan ...
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Aldwyth answer'd arms Arthur ask'd beneath blood breast breath Caerleon call'd Camelot child cried dark dead dear death dream Dubric earth Edith Enid ev'n evermore Excalibur eyes face fair Fair lord father fear fire flower Gawain Geraint golden grace Guinevere hall hand happy Harold hast hate hath head hear heard heart heaven holy jousts King King Arthur kiss knew Lady Lancelot land Lavaine Leofwin light Limours live look look'd Lord maid maiden Mary Merlin Morcar morn mother move never night noble o'er once Philip Prince Queen rode rose round seem'd shadow shame Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Pelleas sleep smile song soul spake speak star stept Stigand stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro Tostig turn'd vext voice weep wild wind word
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Página 237 - 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 or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Página 257 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. 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.
Página 354 - Forward, the Light Brigade ! Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Página 251 - Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
Página 85 - Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Página 83 - 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...
Página 234 - Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt : For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work Of subtlest jewellery.
Página 344 - 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.
Página 257 - O love, they die in yon rich sky. They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul. And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Página 235 - That bow'd the will. I see thee what 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, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence : But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.