Complete Poetical WorksHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1882 - 635 páginas |
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... hope and heart is with thee - wilt be thou A latter Luther , and a soldier - priest To scare church - harpies from the master's feast ; thee : Thou art no sabbath - drawler of old 20 SONNET TO J. M. K. THE MERMAID SONNET TO J M K.
... hope and heart is with thee - wilt be thou A latter Luther , and a soldier - priest To scare church - harpies from the master's feast ; thee : Thou art no sabbath - drawler of old 20 SONNET TO J. M. K. THE MERMAID SONNET TO J M K.
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... hope , From off the wold I came , and lay Upon the freshly - flower'd slope . 66 The deep brook groan'd beneath the mill ; And by that lamp , " I thought , " she sits ! " The white chalk - quarry from the hill Gleam'd to the flying moon ...
... hope , From off the wold I came , and lay Upon the freshly - flower'd slope . 66 The deep brook groan'd beneath the mill ; And by that lamp , " I thought , " she sits ! " The white chalk - quarry from the hill Gleam'd to the flying moon ...
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... hope or thought , With blessings which no words can find . Arise , and let us wander forth , To yon old mill across the wolds ; For look , the sunset , south and north , Winds all the vale in rosy folds , And fires your narrow casement ...
... hope or thought , With blessings which no words can find . Arise , and let us wander forth , To yon old mill across the wolds ; For look , the sunset , south and north , Winds all the vale in rosy folds , And fires your narrow casement ...
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... hope in that sad place , Which yet to name my spirit loathes and fears : My father held his hand upon his face ; I , blinded with my tears , " Still strove to speak : my voice was thick with sighs The As in a dream . Dimly I could ...
... hope in that sad place , Which yet to name my spirit loathes and fears : My father held his hand upon his face ; I , blinded with my tears , " Still strove to speak : my voice was thick with sighs The As in a dream . Dimly I could ...
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... hope and trust : To whom the Egyptian : " O , you tamely died ! You should have clung to Fulvia's waist , and thrust The dagger thro ' her side . " With that sharp sound the white dawn's creeping beams , Stol'n to my brain , dissolved ...
... hope and trust : To whom the Egyptian : " O , you tamely died ! You should have clung to Fulvia's waist , and thrust The dagger thro ' her side . " With that sharp sound the white dawn's creeping beams , Stol'n to my brain , dissolved ...
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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.