Maud ...E. Moxon & Company, 1859 - 168 páginas |
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Página 78
... soul of the rose went into my blood , As the music clash'd in the hall ; And long by the garden lake I stood , For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood , Our wood , that is dearer than all ; 7 . From ...
... soul of the rose went into my blood , As the music clash'd in the hall ; And long by the garden lake I stood , For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood , Our wood , that is dearer than all ; 7 . From ...
Página 85
... Hell brake out of thy rising sun , The fires of Hell and of Hate ; For she , sweet soul , had hardly spoken a word , When her brother ran in his rage to the gate , He came with the babe - faced lord ; Heap'd MAUD . 85.
... Hell brake out of thy rising sun , The fires of Hell and of Hate ; For she , sweet soul , had hardly spoken a word , When her brother ran in his rage to the gate , He came with the babe - faced lord ; Heap'd MAUD . 85.
Página 96
... souls we loved , that they might tell us What and where they be . 4 . It leads me forth at evening , It lightly winds and steals In a cold white robe before me , When all my spirit reels At the shouts , the leagues of lights , And the ...
... souls we loved , that they might tell us What and where they be . 4 . It leads me forth at evening , It lightly winds and steals In a cold white robe before me , When all my spirit reels At the shouts , the leagues of lights , And the ...
Página 101
... And the faces that one meets , Hearts with no love for me : Always I long to creep Into some still cavern deep , There to weep , and weep , and My whole soul out to thee . weep V. 1 . DEAD , long dead , Long dead MAUD . 101.
... And the faces that one meets , Hearts with no love for me : Always I long to creep Into some still cavern deep , There to weep , and weep , and My whole soul out to thee . weep V. 1 . DEAD , long dead , Long dead MAUD . 101.
Página 106
... souls ! It is all used up for that . 7 . Tell him now she is standing here at my head ; Not beautiful now , not even kind ; He may take her now ; for she never speaks her mind , But is ever the one thing silent here . She is not of us ...
... souls ! It is all used up for that . 7 . Tell him now she is standing here at my head ; Not beautiful now , not even kind ; He may take her now ; for she never speaks her mind , But is ever the one thing silent here . She is not of us ...
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ask'd babble bailiff beat beauty bell be toll'd blood Blush bow'd breath Breton brimming river brook brother bury Cannon cheat cold crush'd dance dark dead dear delight dream DUKE OF WELLINGTON dust echo evermore eyes F. D. MAURICE fair father feet flash'd flow To join garden glimmer gloom glory golden gone grave half Hall hand happy happy day head hear heart heart of stone Heaven high Hall-garden honour join the brimming Katie land lichen LIGHT BRIGADE lilies Lombard look'd lord love go madness marriage Maud meadow moor Mourn never night o'er passionate peace people's voice Philip poison'd poor pride rings rivulet Rode the six rose Rosy rough but kind round seem'd shadow shining sick sighs silent six hundred smile sorrow spleen stood sweet talk thee thing thou thought thro turn'd UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN vext walks weep wood
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Página 116 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Página 168 - Came thro' the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
Página 140 - ... great by land as thou by sea. Thine island loves thee well, thou famous man, The greatest sailor since our world began. Now, to the roll of muffled drums, To thee the greatest soldier comes ; For this is he Was great by land as thou by sea...
Página 125 - ... I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Página 80 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;" And the lily whispers, "I wait.
Página 166 - Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred.
Página 76 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Página 81 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Página 23 - A VOICE by the cedar tree, In the meadow under the Hall ! She is singing an air that is known to me, A passionate ballad gallant and gay, A martial song like a trumpet's call ! Singing alone in the morning of life, In the happy morning of life and of May, Singing of men that in battle array, Ready in heart and ready in hand, March with banner and bugle and fife To the death, for their native land.
Página 165 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!